Momma and the crazy cows out back...
I just walked out to get a loaf of bread from the garage fridge and there was a baby cow hollering in the back field - the last time this happened he had his leg caught in the barbed wire. So I headed to the fence to see what was up. Well it seems that the storm blew the gate closed and it was caught in a fallen tree branch. Their Momma's were on the other side. :( So I climbed the barbed wire fence (with my basset protector Sadie barking her head off behind me) to go open the fence. Now let me set the scene - I am in rain boots and it is muddy muddy - I mean water running in the field squishy gross muddy. So I trek over to the gate and pull it open. The Momma's are at this point turned staring at me. I then back my way back to the fence - thinking they may charge me or something and climb back over the fence. Here comes the Momma's - babies start to nurse - life is good, right?
So I head to the garage to get my loaf of bread. As I come back across the yard I see that one baby is still hollering at the barbed wire fence. (Some 50 yards or so from the gate.) So with bread in hand I trek back across the flooded yard to see where his Momma is. Well the old gal is still across the fence grazing. What? The other two Mommas are patiently standing while their babies are nursing. So I am immediately struck by the sadness of this one baby who is bawling in the field. I am figuring that he's hungry because the gate has probably been closed most of the night. Oh my heart is breaking for this sweet baby. So I trek back across the fence and make very wide arc around the Momma cow. Now mind you I chose the Momma because the other two Mommas nursing their babies are between the gate (me) and the bawling baby. So in my mind I am thinking perhaps I can shoo the Momma toward the baby who is standing nose through the barbed wire fence bawling. :( awww! Well my plan was short lived because the Momma turns to face me and takes a few steps towards me and stares. Ummmm...I begin to think here I am in a flooded, muddy field in rain boots holding a loaf of bread. What in the world am I going to do if this old gal tries to run at me? Seriously? So I make my way (under her very watchful eye) back to the fence, where Sadie is still standing guard barking!
So now I am walking to the back door every few minutes checking to see if Momma cow has decided to join her bawling baby. Oh how my heart is breaking for this little guy.
I know she'll come to him, perhaps he closed the gate initially (haha) and she is teaching him a lesson. Or maybe she told him to come to the other side of the fence last night and he stayed out too late. I am not to know I suppose. But perhaps even cows practice tough love...
Off to check the back window again...
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