Here is a poem that Marie wrote about night feeding: Feeding At night, When the stars are bright And light is most gone from the hills We get in the truck Me and Dad And with hay from the stack, Dad will fill up the back, Of our two ton with everlastin' will No need to go fast, But, …
They Are What They Eat
Caryl spied me picking away at the hay stacks yesterday. I had 8 year old Rose with me, who was my color picker. She would point out the greenest ton bales of alfalfa grass hay, then I would pull some sample sprigs out from them and we would sniff them together. Anything smelling of sweet grass …
A calf for Evil-the-one.
My 12 year old spotted the cow first. Down near the bottom of the meadow, now underwater with overflow from Lawson Creek, swollen with spring snowmelt. The cow was standing on a little island along the field edge in the rain. I looked vainly for little ears, any sign of life at her feet, but saw …