Just got in from the 3 am check. While I was out counting up and checking on the 4 new calves since midnight, I was thinking about what a good feeling it is to witness and be a part of bringing these new lives successfully into the world. Everything out there seemed to be in harmony. Somewhere in the middle of these thoughts I realized that over the sounds of new mothers and sleeping cows, I was listening to that dreaded moaning that can mean only one thing. As it got louder and more distinct, I could hear the big dogs barking and others yipping, but mostly that erie moan that really only means one thing.... death.
So I sit here writing not with that good feeling that successful calving brings, but with a sense of foreboding that is hard to define. Hopefully with daylight I will find happy healthy contented pairs out on the feed ground and my sense of wellbeing will be restored.
And that's my 3 a.m. rant.
So I sit here writing not with that good feeling that successful calving brings, but with a sense of foreboding that is hard to define. Hopefully with daylight I will find happy healthy contented pairs out on the feed ground and my sense of wellbeing will be restored.
And that's my 3 a.m. rant.