Life’s evening will take its character from the day that preceded it.
Philip Nicholas Shuttleworth
I am sure
possibly some, probably one person out there (my best friend since I was five years old BA) is more than likely wondering why Buttons is posting so erratically. Well maybe not, sometimes I inflate my
own importance in the life of people I know and love. Is that wrong?
Well for that probably one person, here is my tale.
As soon as my internal alarm clock goes off at a crazy early time in the morning, I bolt, or in some cases roll then shuffle, bleary eyed into the kitchen. I grab a couple of quick coffees and watch the sun come up. The tractor I know is plugged in, or My Hero will hear about it when he gets back home long after sundown. That rarely happens.
The sunrise always gives me the energy I need with its beauty and power and this never ceases to amaze me. With a banana in hand the layering of warmth begins. Then I head out to start that said tractor. Yes it is plugged in and starts right up. The adjusting of the seat, the tuning the radio to a station I like, and then the turning of dials for the blasting of heat begins. I sit and dream for a few minutes, while the frost melts off the windshield. All sorts of things are going on back where our cows are “snuggled all snug in their beds.” I know I borrowed that line, what can I say.
It is calving season. A bit early you may be thinking. Our pampered cows in the bush are snuggled in layers and layers of bedding and surrounded by the protection of a fortress of cedars trees and are doing very well. This is probably due to the countless hours of tending to their needs day and night, by a couple of tired but happy farmers. Ten healthy little calves run around greeting and playing with the new ones, who seem to be coming days apart lately.
I get to watch daily, the miracle of birth and it is a beautiful sight. The Moms know exactly where to go, what to do and how to get those calves out and up fast. Those new little bundles of joy never waste anytime lying around. They bounce up on wobbly legs and head for “udder delight”.
Cows have a routine during birth, and after birth that fascinates me still to this day, even after watching this for thirty years. When a new calf is born, the other mothers rush over to check it out. I liken this to a meet and greet. The saying of hello and to welcome the newest member of the herd is always done. The older calves, some who may only be a few days old make their way over by running, skipping, or walking to see who will be joining their herd. Then after everyone has satisfied their curiosity, it is over. Everyone goes back to doing what they were doing. That more than likely is eating, be that hay or milk, you get the idea.
So if that probably one person is looking for Buttons and wondering what is going on, please know this. She is probably back visiting, playing with the new calves and making sure everyone is happy. She will be back to some kind of normal when the calves decide to let her have some time back.
It has always been about their needs first and ours second or third. My Hero informed me last night that there are only thirteen more to go. That is not too bad. Then I will be off to visit my own little granddaughter and share all these stories with her.