So he was born...still nameless...but a tiny little being...still unable to stand on his four legs...He came out in the pasture...with out the commotion of all of us around...and Chloe patiently allowed us to train him to feed and gave us all a turn milking her...without any fuss...but moo'd lowly wanting to be with her calf...as soon as she was allowed she began licking him...warming him up...he is a sturdy fellow...attempted numerous times to stand up...by morning he may be on his own 4 feet. It is a new life. Today a calf is born...on Sunday the pigs are slaughtered...there seems to be a constant balance of life and death here. For the potatoes to thrive we must kill the potatoe beetles...one at a time...for humans to eat pork, bacon, ham...we must slaughter the pigs...and yet we plant seeds and they rise out of the ground...and we watch as a cow mothers her calf into this harsh world...I am struck by how real life is here...everything is rich and tangible...and the air when the wind blows off the hills smells of summer sweetness and rain...
Melissa helping the calf feed
Monica, learning to milk
The family
3 comments:
Great photos! What an amazing experience.
hi katie we are here with grandmom and we really enjoyed reading about the baby cow how cute. We can't believe you are 29!!!! Hey you are loving life what more could anyone ask for -- you go girl. We miss you. Keep us update date on your life. Keep blogging:)
XOX Aunt Mary, Aunt Pat and Grandmon
hi katie, we are here with grandmom reading your blog. We just loved the little calf. Happy 29th -- you are just loving life and that is what really counts. Keep updating the blog we love reading it. Grandmom just loves the way you write:) We will miss you at Rachael's party. We'll be thinking of you.
Keep up the good work. Love you
XOX Aunt Mary, Aunt Pat & Grandmom
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