Though reason is progressive, instinct is stationary.
Five thousand years have added no improvement
to the hive of the bee, or the house of the beaver.
Charles Caleb Colton
Being a mother, has me to this day, remembering both of my girls lying in in a nursery full of little see-through plastic bassinettes. Every bed was holding beautiful babies swathed in precisely folded blankets, in the hospital where they were born. I still remember that I could instantly pick out both of their very distinct cries, among all those other crying babies. “Mother’s instinct” was at work here. I do believe, that my girls could also pick out my distinct voice, from all those other mothers voices in the room.
Calving time, on the farm gives you the opportunity to see “Mothers instinct” at work every day. There are mothers constantly mooing while their calves are being born. I feel this need to tell you, I was not mooing. We will not get into the sounds I was making, but I am pretty sure, and if I am remembering correctly, it was not a very soothing for baby sound at all. Calves will quickly get up on their wobbly legs and instantly head to the end of the cow where the sound of that soothing moo is coming from. Mom will lick (clean) and continue to moo constantly. Bonding would be the word I would use.
Right now, we have seventeen distinct bellowing or shall we call it “yelling for Mom” voices going on here. It is a bit chaotic and I have no idea who belongs to whom, but they all do. The constant bellowing can be very loud just like in the nursery in that hospital long ago. There are some very loud baby voices, demanding voices. You will then hear that soothing/calling mooing by the Mom. The calf with the loud “Maaa maaa maaa” voice will trot off to the right mom, most every time. It is feeding time.
Yesterday morning as usual, I was meandering through the middle of all this chaotic family time, with all that constant bellowing and “yelling for Mom” moments. I watched a Hereford cow seemingly mooing. Her calf was about five feet away. I knew it was her calf, she knew it was her calf. Her moo was so very soft, I could barely hear it. I could tell she was mooing, we could say that I was somewhat lip reading. The little calf was lying on a big pile of bedding, quite comfortable and with his back towards this Mom. His ears suddenly perked up, he turned his head and looked towards his Mom. He then stood up and raced over to her. The mom continued to moo softly, the little guy latched on to eat. I could not believe that in the middle of all those demanding voices of the other calves and their Moms that this little guy could hear that soft moo of his own Mom. I guess this instinct thing does indeed work both ways.
I truly believe, I will never tire of seeing, or experiencing this time of year and witnessing “Mothers Instinct” at work.
(I will be taking a short (?) blogging break. I feel this great need to spend more time with my own Mom.) I will possibly be posting random stories because of my need to share with all of you. If you have not been receiving my Blog Posts through Blogger please consider signing up to receive new Blog Posts by email. (Top of the sidebar).This way you will not miss any stories. Some of you have probably been missing some past posts. Thank you I will miss you, take care of yourselves. Hugs B