The basic test of freedom is perhaps less in what we are free to do
than what we are free not to do.
Well the hay is finally done for this year it was quite a long run, I have to say. The second cut was a bit late but we made it before the snow flies. It is now all rolled up into tight little bales and sitting waiting to be picked up.
Our cows are also waiting because now they will get into the “cookie jar” (if I may). They line up at the starting gate waiting for it to spring open so they can bolt through. Patience my dear cows patience, we reassure them the time will come. This will be the last hoorah of green and fresh before only bales of hay will be the diet for months.
They have been reaching through all fences trying to grab whatever green lay beyond, much like my trying to snatch that cookie out of the jar just out of reach high atop a counter when I was a child. I am pretty sure it is the sweet aroma of fresh baled clover and alfalfa that calls them and lingers in their minds. Soon my girls soon……. Hey get your head back in there.
I am sitting here this early morning sipping coffee while admiring those bales waiting in the field. The sun is peaking over the horizon the beginning of another busy day. My six taunting turkeys the ones who call this farm their forever home are standing just a ways down the fence from my cows who want that fence to disappear. I think I can actually see the cows drooling. The fence is keeping them from the cookie jar.
I watch this routine every morning and wonder if this will be an under day. Those poor old turkeys with their biggest decision of the day made every morning without fail. Under or over?
One by one this morning I watch them slide under the rail fence I would say gracefully but imagine well fed overstuffed birds squeezing through a rail that is pretty close to the ground just to get to the reward on the other side. I wonder why they go under the fence at all. It would be so much easier to hop onto the fence everyday instead of every other, which seems to be the routine. Very strange indeed. I guess they need a challenge and need to make decisions for themselves no matter how silly it would seem to prying eyes. I can understand that need myself. The need to make my own decisions no matter how silly it looks from the outside.
They made it one by one, they make me laugh. Now their heads are down pecking at the ground of freshly cut clover taunting those cows who could not possibly squeeze under or hopefully hop over the fence they are waiting so patiently to get through.
Soon girls soon.