burnt
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Quite some time ago, we bought a Simmental cow at an auction knowing she was old but quiet. She was always the last cow in the line when we moved them or when them came to a new bale. She moved so slowly that when the rest of the herd would all be in place, she would be only halfway there. She wouldn't be hurried, either.
But why complain about that when she raised two pairs of twins the first two years we had her and then a big single the last year she was here? Just a big, gentle slow moving old girl that would mother those babies like nothing you ever saw. It was like she needed twins to handle all the lovin' she had to give them.
We will never forget what she looked like in the fall with a 5-600 pounder on each side of her just about lifting her hind end off the ground trying to bunt that last drop of milk out of her. Those big, sulky rascals would just rock that poor old girl by the time they got weaned.
That, plus the sight of her slowly meandering up the trail, gently plodding along as if she had all day! Never did a cow move with the unhurried dignity and gracefulness of the one we called "The Old Lady".
But why complain about that when she raised two pairs of twins the first two years we had her and then a big single the last year she was here? Just a big, gentle slow moving old girl that would mother those babies like nothing you ever saw. It was like she needed twins to handle all the lovin' she had to give them.
We will never forget what she looked like in the fall with a 5-600 pounder on each side of her just about lifting her hind end off the ground trying to bunt that last drop of milk out of her. Those big, sulky rascals would just rock that poor old girl by the time they got weaned.
That, plus the sight of her slowly meandering up the trail, gently plodding along as if she had all day! Never did a cow move with the unhurried dignity and gracefulness of the one we called "The Old Lady".
Don't we all?
