Friday, April 11, 2014

Oh NO you don’t, it’s My Time!

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
                                         Antoine Rivarol
    

     
When I found myself moving into “the senior years” I always dreamed of slowing down at least a little and taking advantage of those programs seniors are lucky enough to enjoy for a reasonable fee; that was my plan. Sometimes the universe throws a monkey wrench into my plans.

There was a creative writing course I read about in our local paper last week and as soon as I read it my heart went all a flutter and I knew I had to do my best to make this work and fit it into my supposed to be slowing down life. Anyone that knows me either through my blog or personally knows how I love to write and that I have not yet found that slowing down in my senior years thing just yet, but I am working on it.

I phoned the center and signed up, the teacher phoned me later that evening, she seemed as excited as I was about my joining and now I was really excited. Oh I knew this was one of my best ideas and was going to work, I just knew it, it had to I needed this. I laid out two brand new ballpoint pens and a pad of paper on the table so I would not forget to take it early the next morning. 

My Hero came home from work and he was excited too, he knows it is something I have always wanted to do. We had our supper and he headed out to check the cows to see if any of them were having more calves. I had already checked three times that day and everything was fine so I had no worries. Did I mention it was pouring rain? Pouring rain. I watched as he drove the tractor down the lane until it disappeared into a thick wall of fog and rain.

As I was doing the dishes I heard the door open downstairs I ran to see what was going on, knowing My Hero was back too quickly. “Do we have any colostrum?” This is something any farmer knows is never a good thing to hear and knows you are more than likely going to be bottle feeding a calf forever then when you wean them they will never forgive you (remember Annie?) I answered back, No but I will phone the dairy farmer up the road maybe he has some. Mr. P up the road answered the phone and replied “Yes I do come on over and I will give you some.” Thank you, I hung up the phone. My Hero jumped in the truck and off he went. It was still raining and I knew I had better be ready when he came back especially since before he left he informed me that there were 3 new calves. I have no idea how and why it always seems to happen this way but it does. The numbers are increasing quickly now, and now there were 7. I should tell you Annie is doing fine and I seen why she forgot about me and that bottle.


I watched through the window as My Hero on his return was juggling jugs of sweet sticky Colostrum (first milk) while walking through the pouring rain completely soaked then entered through the basement door. We went to work. I warmed up the bottle, he grabbed the flashlight and we headed to the tractor to go feed the probably orphaned but I was still hopeful not for long new calf. We found the calf wrestled with her a bit and finally got the bottle down. The two of us were standing in the pouring rain, another farm date night like no other. The calf was placed under a nice sheltered cedar tree on thick warm bedding and left alone, we were hoping she would find her mother or her mother would find her. It is always the best option, if we remove her the Mother will stop looking for her. With her belly full she stayed right there we just had to hope this would work. I noticed this little girl had Limo feet which had me wonder about The Red coated, lonely boy visitors from long ago, My Hero says “No way. That is an entirely other story. We returned to the house exhausted soaking wet and hopeful.

Early the next morning with thoughts of my very first creative writing class dancing in my head I ran down the basement stairs to go warm up a bottle and check the new hopefully no longer orphaned calf, as soon as I hit the bottom step I knew the universe was messing with me as they say. I pulled on my Pink Cadillac Boots that were sitting on the step and stepped off into water up to my ankles. Yes the basement was flooded. The writing class was still stuck in my head but I now feared that was just another dream that was not to be realized.

I hooked up the pump, threw more wood into the wood stove, opened some windows and warmed up that bottle of nice warm colostrum (first milk) for that hopefully no longer orphaned calf. I tucked that nice warm bottle inside my vest to keep it warm and headed outside, it was still spitting rain. It was now one and a half hours before I should be leaving for that class.


By this point I am guessing you have a few questions like;

Was Sally (yes I named her) with her hopefully only confused for a little while Mother and was now nursing and happy?

Did Buttons make it to her dream Creative Writing Course in time or at all, or did the universe win again?

Is the basement full of stuff still floating?

I seemed to have run out of time and this post is getting way too long, so..... all will be answered soon…..sorry. See you Monday morning.

I can tell you there are now 11 little calves running around as of Thursday night.

Later.

If you want to know what happened check    HERE.

48 comments:

  1. Uh-OH! What a way to start your morning! I hope this story has a happy ending.

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  2. What a day! I hope you did make it to the class. They have a writing group here that meets once a month. I went once - it was fun - but it just doesn't fit into my schedule very well.

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  3. How well I understand about those interruptions to life! I sure hope the calf and her mother found each other, and I hope you got to your creative writing class! Way to make us wait to hear the news! :)

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  4. There is never a dull moment on the farm, Miss B.

    Water in the basement would send my anxiety over the top. I hope everything turned out good.

    Also hope your baby's mother came back to find it. Some cows.

    As you know it is almost impossible to plan anything during calving and haying. I have been to Church, but have not made a trip to town for about a month now. I could use a few hours off the ranch.

    Have a fabulous weekend. I hope you get some sunshine.

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  5. You were born to be a writer. You are indeed leaving us with a cliffhanger, or I should say, many cliffhangers. Our fingers will get sore from hanging, so please hurry back, OK.

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  6. Oh B...it never rains but it pours, literally! I hope you made it to your writing class!

    That's a sweet little white calf!

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  7. really hope the basement is okay! and calves, too!!

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  8. Oh my- I really hope everything worked out and you made it to that class!

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  9. Oh now you've left us hanging...sneaky girl.
    Can't wait to hear the outcome of all these events.

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  10. Oh my what a day you've had! Love the photo of the cow and your hat. Adorable! You're right about the questions and I can't hardly wait for the answers, am hoping that calf and your basement are okay. Happy weekending B

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  11. creative writing sounds like such fun. ( :
    can't wait to see what you end up working on 1st?? keep us posted. who doesn't love being creative. i sure do. keeps the mind wandering oh so much.

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  12. Golly!!! What a cliffhanger!
    I am looking forward to the next installment.

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  13. Oh my Goodness-your story reminds me of another of my heroine Farm Keepers (Thistle Cove Farm), I have decided you will have made it to your class and Mom and baby are together, 11 new calves WOW...I hope the Universe was gentle with you.

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  14. I will be waiting anxiously for Monday to find out the answers to all of those questions!

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  15. Oh Gosh! I am on the edge of my seat! Just hope I have Wifi connections in Italy so I can find out what happened. Hugs, Linda@Wetcreek Blog

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  16. "farm date night" snort......
    what do you mean we have to wait until Monday....I'm driving over there right now to find out what's going on.

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  17. Oh you had me hanging on every word ~
    Inquiring minds want to know !
    For now I shall temper myself with patience until the next post . Monday huh ...We have to wait all the way to Monday . I am being optimistic though, hoping it all worked out :))

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  18. Way to leave us hanging! :)
    I have Sally found her mama,
    you made it safely to your writing class, and the basement drained!

    I thought we would get by this year without a bottle baby. Wrong! Got a sweet little Hereford heifer. Haven't named her yet. Mama either froze her bag or had mastitis. ugh!
    Enjoy your weekend.
    Cheri

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  19. I hope you made it to your class!

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  20. I admire your devotion to your calves, but I hope you found a way to make it to the class! Waiting on pins and needles, B! LOL

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  21. You know the stuff before you start your writing class. You build the story up and then leave us to make a prediction. At least I have some predictions. I'm always an optimist so that tells you what I will predict.

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  22. Hope you managed to attend that creative writing class. But my you have a busy time with 11 calves. They are so cute when they are little. Looking forward to the continuation of this story.

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  23. You're as bad as Feral, leaving us hanging!!!

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  24. Bottle feeding a baby calf, dealing with a basement full of water, and teaching your writing class. (You are teaching it, right? If not, why not?)

    I hope mom and baby find each other. Otherwise you are going to have a very busy spring.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  25. B,

    Nothing like surprises!!! The baby is adorable, love the white hair.

    I so hope you were able to attend this course. Now you left us to think and wonder if you did and we won't have an answer until Monday morning :-(

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  26. Well it will get them all over and done with coming like that.
    On the other hand, I hope you made to the class, if not the next one.
    Hugs M xx

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  27. Aaaw! Best laid plans always go awry, don't they? Hopefully not this time...maybe you can catch up at the next class. Sounds like a nerve wracking night and morning. That little white calf being fussed over by the cows sure is a beauty. I hope your new one wasn't orphaned, but I guess we will find out......Hope you made it to the class. xo Karen

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  28. It all happens at once and then rain thrown in as well. I don't know how you do it. I hope you got to the writing lesson.

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  29. We too had a basement almost with floating Aussies this week. Smartie pants for dropping off with suspense until Monday... stay well & enjoy. xx

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  30. Oh, what a cliffhanger you've left us with!

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  31. Just another day in the life of Buttons...how I remember similar days. I loved bottle feeding calves but eventually they latched onto a willing mama cow who didn't mind sharing with her own.
    They do suffer greatly tho, without the colostrum-quick-start!
    Now I can't wait to hear the results of your day...

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  32. WOW.. I do hope you made it to your class and I do hope the baby calve is back with her mom.. So many Question unanswered my friend. Looking forward to your next post.

    Hugs~

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  33. holy smokes buttons!! and anyways, i think you could TEACH a writing course! love the photos :) have a super and calming weekend!

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  34. LOL sneaky you...

    most importantly, did buttons get clean sheets on for the guests???

    BTW that white calf looks like a goddess calf, with adoring entourage...gotta be careful, theres more then enough cows there with 'attitude...

    xoxo

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  35. Remember "The Perils of Pauline"???

    This is "The Perils of Buttons"... :-)

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  36. Cliff hanger....a writing class sounds fun!!

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  37. You stinker!! You leave us hanging like that? You're as bad as Feral!!!!!

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  38. Oh man! Never a dull moment is right. I understand why you left us hanging, but I am not happy about it. Do tell.

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  39. ... and we wait with bated breath ...

    Sure hope Sally was reunited with mama. And how was the course, btw ?

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  40. Oh you are a tricky Buttons ... leaving us hanging on the edge like that ;D)

    (can understand that you ran out of time though)

    I really hope the answers to those three questions are: yes, yes and no.
    Fingers crossed xx
    P.s. Love your header pic :D)

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  41. You can't leave me hanging like that! I have to have closure.

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  42. Poor little Sally, hopefully her momma found her... and you made it to your class...

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  43. Well, at least I am reading this Sunday night, so I have to wait only overnight to find out the answers. :-) You are such a beautiful writer, B. Even if you don't make this creative writing class, there will be another one. Your little calves are so pretty!

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  44. Oh boy! I am so pulling for you to get to that course! I have so many plans that too have gone the way of farm or other disasters. Sometime us galls just need to do something for US

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  45. How well I remember those days of lambing and don't much miss them. How about a sump pump for that basement? I've been thinking, a LOT, about retirement and just found a home for my sheep and alpacas. My shearer is taking them all and I'm helping he/his fiance get started in the business. Hurrah! That makes it easier for me to move, when the time comes and I hope/pray it's soon!

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  46. I am so glad you did make the class. I know too well put things off thinking the time isn't right or you don't have the time. Sometimes one does have to put themselves first. Way to go girl. Hope you are still making it there.

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