Bull calves available now, at Russet Valley Farm (RVF) in Hopkinton, RI, breeder of polled Herefords for more than four decades. Owned by the Panciera family, the farm sells live registered and commercial cattle raised primarily on pasture and hay for breeding, finishing, processing on your own. More cattle available, including cow-calf pairs, mature cows, heifers. Member, American Hereford Association.
Call KEN at 401-285-4281 for prices, details or reply via CL. NO TEXTS, please.
Candice’s bull calf
By: RVF 340 ET Stan 235
Ruby’s bull calf
BW: 75 lbs
By: RVF 340 ET Stan 235
Bull calves sired by: RVF 340 ET Stan 235
BW: 73 lbs
By: Custom made SULL TCC Mr. Custom Made 340 ET
Demand for locally raised beef is on the rise. Do you need to add to your herd for breeding or your farm stand? Want to start raising cattle? Looking to diversify with provable, registered stock? Is it important to you to know where your meat comes from and how the cattle are raised?
Russet Valley Farm, home to about 50 polled Herefords, may have what you seek. With calving season near its end, we have about 20 cow-calf pairs, some bred cows and more available for sale now. We can also arrange for future purchases after weaning.
Please contact Ken Panciera at 401-258-4281 for pricing, details, etc. Hope to hear from you soon! Follow us on Facebook and Instagram, too.
Almost time to send the herd into the pastures for rotational grazing.
Demand for locally raised beef appears to be on the rise. Do you need to add to your herd for your own farm stand? Want to start raising cattle? Looking to diversify with provable, registered stock? Is it important to you to know where your beef comes from and how they are raised?
Russet Valley Farm, home to about 45 polled Herefords, may have what you seek. Calving season is upon us, with six bulls and a heifer as of May 22. Available for sale now are bred cows, cow-calf pairs and some older heifers. We can also arrange for future purchases.
Please contact Ken Panciera at 401-258-4281 for details, pricing, etc. Hope to hear from you soon!
Sharing the sad news of the passing of Kenneth H. Panciera, 89, our guiding light at Russet Valley Farm. The following talk was given by his daughter, Andrea Panciera, at his March 23, 2020, funeral, as snow blew across the Oak Grove Cemetery in Ashaway and after a three-gun military salute and playing of Taps.
FAREWELL TO A FARMER
When the wind is in the east, ’tis neither good for man nor beast.
As a little girl, I learned those weather-wise words from my father, as we watched clouds roll in, leaves turn over and cows huddle in the field.
Today, we say farewell to Ken Panciera as that east wind blows and as an ill wind of another kind spreads a virus throughout the world.
It means only a few of us can gather here today to honor Ken, beloved husband, devoted father, veteran and, most defining of all, a farmer.
You are also among those who knew him very well. I don’t need to go on and on about him here. We’ll save that for another, more favorable time.
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.”
So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon — and mean it.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt (or calf). And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’
I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a tree persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps.
And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back,’ put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the chicks pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners.
Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.
“Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son – or daughter – say theywant to spend their lives ‘doing what dad does.'” So God made a farmer.
I never thought I’d be doing the work of my father today. I don’t know how long that will continue.
I do know that I plan to stick with it until that wind shifts, sweeping away the virus and fulfilling the second part of that old saying:
When the wind is in the west, there is it the very best.
Just know, Dad, I won’t be doing it alone. Our family will kick in, as they always have.
We’ll feed the cows, pay the bills, fix the well, watch over Mom and close the gates.
And plow forward, no matter the direction from which the wind blows.