keep some lose some

When we brought Peaches, the milk cow, home from South Carolina - we also brought with her two bull-calves from the dairy.  One of them was three days old, and the other 3 weeks old.

Only one of them survived.  The younger of the two died today.  Although I'm trying not to take it personal, it always is.  It's heart wrenching.  They're young, innocent and incredibly dependent on the "new mom".  I can't help but think that sometimes being taken away from the mother so soon bears physical as well as emotional damage.

Probably he was sick before we brought him home.  Possibly I could not have done anything beyond what we were able to do to save him.

I had a good cry today.  Seemingly enough for all of the animals lost here on the farm in the last three years.  It doesn't get any easier.  I just doesn't.

So, in life, we keep some, and we lose some.  It's the knowledge that I can still make a difference one calf at a time that keeps the ability to try again on the horizon.  It's HOPE.

My mom once had a t-shirt that said:  If you don't go IN, you can't find OUT.

Hope keeps me going in.  And the other little guy just keeps me going.

Peaches and Cream

We went away last weekend.  Not for our anniversary, or a valentines date, or for anything of the sort.  We went away to get.....a COW!

She is a Registered Jersey Cow, from a dairy in South Carolina and she is about 12 years old.

Her name is Peaches.  And we plan to make Peach Ice Cream this summer. Come on by, it'll be fun.  You have milked a cow before, right?

Did someone say summer?  As an aside, this weather is getting on my nerves a bit.  I'm sorta over the 21*f degree  mornings.  I'm sorta over frozen water buckets.

Anyhow, here are a few more pictures.  Because as the old cliche goes, a picture is worth a thousand words.

We love her.  

Also, it's official - after riding horses for most of my life, I never really could call myself a cowgirl - and now I CAN!!  

p.s. I forgot our anniversary

before it even happened.  I wrote on the calendar - on the fifth - a note;  five years.  

He asked me the other day, "what is this five years thing on the fifth"?  I said, (incredulously) "you don't know what day that is"?  

He says, "no".  And of course, I do the whole "pout-like-you're-hurt-men-always-forget-thing".  He points to the tenth and says, "this is our anniversary and I can't believe you forgot".  

So, I guess he's off the hook for at least the next five years  minutes. 

light

few things shine as brightly in my heart as these two.