ABOUT SADLER FARMS
Our family farm was first established on February 26th, 1853 as part of a U.S. Government Land Grant. For more than 167 years, and for six generations, our farm has been part of our family. Presently, our farm’s main crop is pasture and hay – used to raise Black Angus cattle. Our cattle are truly homegrown… born on our farm and naturally raised on open pastures. We supply families pasture raised, grain-fed finished, Prime Quality beef. Our goal is to preserve our farm for future generations.
The cattle in our logo represents our cow/calf operation, where we keep a permanent herd of cows that raise high quality beef calves. The father handing the lasso to his son, represents the legacy of our parents and grandparents, who managed the farm before us, and the next generation who will help preserve our farm into the future.
Family and cattle are extremely important to the Sadler family as well as raising high quality beef. We enjoy what we do and are proud to be raising our family and cattle on our farm - for your dinner table and ours.
GOD MADE A FARMER
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. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a 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 bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the 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 says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a farmer.