The baby cows are gone . . they’ve been sold. The mama cows are so sad. The first night, they paced the fence line . . mooing and mooing. Each day they seem to be a little better.
While walking along the fence looking for her baby, Miss Red saw me.
She stopped long enough to ask me if I’d seen her baby. I didn’t have the heart to tell her he was gone . . for good.
She demanded I help her look for her baby. Then . . I told her about my baby. I just had to leave my precious little grandbaby in Missouri so don’t be telling me about your baby!
Along came another cow, and she told Miss Red she could find her baby either so off they went together . . mooing and mooing . . all to no avail. The babies are gone . . it’s sad but that’s how things have to happen. I hear that in about 5 months, they’ll all have more babies and they will have forgotten all about all those little black bulls.
The four little calves were cute but getting rid of them just cut down by about half the amount of water the cows are drinking and that makes my job of keeping the tank filled just a little bit easier.