Human thought is ever advancing,
ever grappling with and trying to understand the problems of Nature and the universe,
and what I tell you today may be
wholly insufficient and out-of-date tomorrow.
It is 6:15 on a Sunday morning, and for some unknown reason I am out of bed, and sitting at my kitchen table. Well, there may be a reason. My head is full of those little bits and pieces of my week that stuck.
The past week was busy and it seems this week will be no different. It is the season, after all. The snow has retreated and everywhere there is mud, ice and the odd snow bank, where our last snowfall was piled.
Our heavy with calf, cows are no longer satisfied, with those huge round bales of hay that we bring them. They wander and search for the new sprouts of green that are beginning to grow. Once they find those delectable delights, there is no going back for them. I am afraid to tell them that it may be a fleeting memory, as it is not even March, and there may be lots of winter weather left to cover their favourite dish. Not everyone is picky. It seems Kenny is quite content munching on the hay bales that are delivered every day.
Yesterday, as I watched two deer picking at the green sprouts in the hay field behind the barn. I also watched the cows pick at the green sprouts in the pasture field behind the house. Suddenly, the deer stood still, looked up and watched the cows that I had also been watching. The cows then stopped and watched the deer. It was most interesting to watch them all stop eating, and then stand to stare each other.
The deer then started to run towards the cows. They hopped the fence, and the lead deer continued to run towards the cows that seemed to be waiting for these hope to be new friends to come visit.
That excited racing deer stopped suddenly and then stared at the new friends she had seen from afar. She turned on a dime, to the left and bolted back into the trees. The only thing I can get from this situation was that she then realized this group of cows, was not a group of deer. It was so funny to watch. Our cows did not run to those deer and honestly, they did not seem to stress over the fact that the deer veered off in the direction and avoided them.
I have come to the conclusion, that those two deer must have misplaced the rest of their group from the day before, in the night. I imagined that they had slept in and the other six that they usually travel with, had skipped out early. When they did wake up, they looked at each other and decided they would go for some breakfast and try to find their friends.
When they saw the group of cows off in the distance as they ate their breakfast they then ran to them thinking they were those friends and did not want to be forgotten again.
Our cows, on the other hand, were all together with their friends that had not left them to sleep in, so they were not searching for anyone.
Yes, this would be the thoughts that have me sitting up at 6:15 on a Sunday morning. Waiting, to take a photo of the sunrise that I do hope comes up before I post this, or you will not understand why this place has so much activity first thing in the morning. Yes, it has always been about the view.
No need for you to worry about those two deer that had been left behind the other morning. As I waited for this morning’s sunrise, I stood up to look out the front window. The deer are across the road in the hay field and they are all together. I guess no one slept in this morning.