First of all thank you to everyone who said such nice things to us after I wrote about Morag. In person, on facebook, in the comments section we were met with kindness and understanding. Thank you. Well last week was a bit of a funny one. We are used to death in some ways on the farm, we are used to being in control of the lives of animals and part of that is deciding when the end should…
3 years ago, when I was in the UK visiting my Dad with the boys, I got a message from Stephen saying “I just bought a cow!”. My response was something supportive like “You bought a what?!” until I eventually established that no he wasn’t kidding and yes he’d bought a cow. A real one. Granted the messages had been preceded by ones like “I’m at an auction!” and “They have cows here!” so I really should have seen it…
Today I have actually reached the point of feeling that I can actually use the word ‘spring’ officially without a) crying at the same time b) using some kind of prefix like “what the $&@#$ is up with….” and c) expecting there to be some kind of weather related retribution that will bring at least 10 cms of snow in the next 24 hours. It’s been that kind of spring. A few times in the last couple of months I…