A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it is all over.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
When you are a farmer there are times when you are unexpectedly called away, and most times it seems to be the busiest times.
This happened last week for us. It also was the beginning of calving, and we had nine calves born and running around. I was the one who went to the city and left My Hero on his own. Any way you look at it, there is never a good time to leave the farm for any extended period when you have animals to care for. Farm life continues to progress as it should. I have over the years, tried to not to worry as these things happen and things always have worked out.
My Hero has a fulltime off-farm job. This means that taking care of the cows and the farm after work adds more hours to his day. At the same time guilt to mine.
There were those constant cellphone calls where I asked if everything was OK. The usual replies and reassurances of yes, and that everything was OK, so not to worry. I can usually hear the fatigue in his voice but never tell him that. I know what calving time entails. Constant checking and walking in the bush to make sure all is well. The ground is not even this time of year, so I imagine after a day sitting in an office chair and then to walk on uneven ground puts a lot of strain on your spine.
Every phone call brought a special number.
“How many calves do we have now?”
It seems those cows waited till I left, and then they kicked into high gear to have as many calves born as they could, before my return.
Do you remember that when I left there were nine?
We were more than half way through the calving season and I was sitting in a chair in the city. During this phone call, I happened to be in a chair in a Tim Hortons sipping a tea and writing. A guilt bubble gurgled in my chest. My Hero was indeed a very busy farmer. Just his luck and mine that I had left him alone, with the cows and they had kept him very busy.
Time indeed marches on whether you are ready for it to or not. You may feel guilty but there is nothing you can do.
By the time I did get home, and on my very first foggy early morning check, the calf count was nineteen. I had actually missed most of the calving season. We only have five more to go.
As I am writing this, I have yet to check this morning. We may very well be done calving. All those cute little faces help to make that guilt disappear.