The Cattle are Lowing Or...

Let the Bawling begin.

We decided to wean the calves today. This is always a noisy event and we have to predict a period of time when we can survive a few days of sleep derivation. With the mothers on one side of the house and the babies on the other, and with the aluminum barn as a sounding wall, the air is filled with a Stravinski-like orchestra of bovine vocals.
Actually this year we lucked out . Harry, the neighbor across the road, bought ten of the weaners right after sorting so he actually gets to enjoy most of the music in his back yard. He says he likes it; the sound of money. I've heard reference to the "smell of money" before so I guess he will get to enjoy all of his senses, last but not least, the taste!



Text © 2004 Mona E. Dunn