You never see the stock called Happiness quoted on the exchange.
Henry van Dyke
What do you get when you mix red and red together? Well, most times you get red but not on April fool’s Day.
A calf was born on a damp April 1st when this farm girl had let her Hero do the chores while she huddled inside. When he came back after feeding and checking he had a tale to tell.
“Scarlet had a calf, and it is striped.” He said.
“Sure she did?” I said, as I tilted my head and rolled my eyes.
“OK, not striped, but not like any I have seen before.” Changing his story.
“What does that mean?” More tilting and rolling eyes from this farm girl who knew it was April 1st.
“Well, it has patches and is not red.”
“How can that be?” I asked knowing Scarlet was a beautiful red from head to the tip of her tail, (hence the name), and Kenny, the father was exactly the same gorgeous shade of red.
Well, most times I would run right out and check this story but it was raining and I was exhausted from checking three times a day for the past week. I was not completely sure if he was pulling my leg either. I decided to stay huddled in the house and wait, till the next morning.We have nine calves now and more to come. Jack and Jill are now eating hay.
First thing, the next morning, well, after a nice pancake breakfast with real maple syrup (I have no idea why I am telling you this) My Hero and I headed down the lane in the tractor to feed the cows. I had my camera and I was going to see if the joke was on me.
When we made it back to the gate I stepped down and opened it so My Hero could pick up bales. I shut the gate after he grabbed them then I walked over to check out the nine calves we now have. I could not wait to see little Scarlet and her calf.
First I followed the tractor and the parade of cows following close behind. I was heading to the daycare room. That is a spot of bedding where one mother cow lies with six calves laying beside her. The other mothers had come up to the house into the pasture and we all know about daycare. Cows are no different.
I never made it to the daycare on time. Slugging through the mud slowed me down. I did manage to take photos of calves running to meet their Moms who were picking them up at daycare. That is when I saw Scarlet. On her other side, and out of my sight was her calf, eating. I needed to see this striped (?) or at the very least “Calf of a different colour.” I circled around.
There he was. I was instantly smitten. His name shall be Patches.
He was not striped, and he was definitely not red like his parents. He was indeed a “Calf of a different colour.” My Hero did try to fool me but I think that little Patches fooled us all. I think the other cows certainly are wondering about this little guy too.
So, what do you think? Cute eh?
Later
Ps. I will be taking a little blog break. I will see you in a week or so. Take care Hugs B.
