Last night at 10:30 I got the text that I dread when our cows begin having babies. It was Jason saying we had a new baby calf, it was cold and it would be awhile before he was home. Luckily his dad was still up and was going to help him catch the baby and take it to my in-laws to warm it up. (The calf would have died if they wouldn’t have warmed it up, it was too cold).
Two and a half hours later, a tired husband came home but was happy. They had saved the baby, it was in the calf warmer and we would take it back to the momma cow in the morning.
We aren’t supposed to be having calves yet. Usually we start March 1st. As many farmers know, sometimes the bulls (or the “Daddy’s” as Ari calls them) like to break the fence because they “miss the mommas.” 😉
Yes. So that happened last summer and now we have 2 babies a month before normal.
By the time we got to bed early this morning, I ended up with about 6 hours of sleep.
After we got the kids off to school this morning, we needed to go to the veterinarians to get some medicine for the babies, some milk replacer, and some ear tags. We got back to the farm and were happy to see not only was our little girl all warmed up but she was definitely ready to head back to momma.
Jason made her a bottle to be sure she was ready to go and he rode with her in the back of the pickup as I drove them back to the momma cow a mile down the road.
The moral of this story for me (and you) is living on a farm proves every day that life is unpredictable. You roll with what happens and there is beauty in everything. You just have to stop and take a look. Watching the newborn baby calf reunite with a mother it had barely known since we took it so soon after birth was breathtaking. Even though my regular blog post didn’t get written today, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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I love it. I grew up on a dairy farm and have good memories of taking care of the babies. Nothing like giving them their bottles and letting them suck on your fingers! Maybe again someday . . .
I was born and raised a city girl but my deep in my heart? The romanticism of farm life! God has a place for each of us though and I know I am where I am supposed to be, heading off to where we are supposed to be and God has a plan for us all and specific people to reach in our sphere of influence. May your days continue to be richly blessed and lived with eyes wide open to His beauty and blessings.