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I think we switched from having a bull to artificial insemination around 1945 or so. I do remember when the basement of the barn, where the bull had been kept, was floored with concrete in preparation for having hens there.
I remember when I was banned from the barn when the inseminator came, because the process of insemination was not fit for my young eyes. I remember dad discussing the virtues of different sires in choosing the semen to be used.
It's been a long long time since then. I was struck by this piece on the dam of the bull of the century, RORA Elevation. 9 million descendants of one bull--amazing.
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