My Dad raised cattle for many years and our cows ...over 200 head...were bred to calve in March...in Saskatchewan that is a horrible month for the worst blizzards and would get terribly cold...fighting to thaw out heated watering bowls, while calving...well...after he retired and my brother took over the farm, he changed the calving month to April and that was so much easier.
Made my Dad wonder why he'd timed calving for March. But...it really wasn't all that dumb...he timed it so that weaning calves, timing of pasturing...and that's the time to start getting everything ready for planting crops.
My parents also timed all us kids to be born in May...after calving and before seeding began...ahhh...the farm life So grateful I grew up on a farm...loved when I was old enough to take some night shifts during calving time...can't say I loved summer fallowing though...total black dirt face, dirt caked in my eyes and nostrils and mouth, and a date coming early to pick me up and me driving the tractor and equipment onto the yard and being seen like that...oh...the horror... Of course once I was an adult and mom and no longer doing that, he finally can afford a tractor with a cab...with air conditioning and a radio...that figures :/
Clue...50 something on the bad side of 55...hubs getting closer to retirement age...old foggies loving this sheep/lambs/chickens/incubating eggs/chicks/young orchard/container gardening, and let's not forget an acre pond with catfish...so glad we get to do this now!!!!! We're having more fun now that we did when younger