I love animals. Always have. When i was young i dreamed of being a veterinarian. Those hopes were squashed by my complete lack of logical thinking and ability to pass biology 12.
Any romantic notion i had of being vet. have been trampled by my friends the large animal and small animal veterinarians. I could tell you some stories, like the cow that had to be put down so they shot it in the head in the barn in the evening and when they came back in the morning it was out grazing in the fields.
This afternoon we attended a "farm family picnic" at our friends dairy farm. It was a lovely evening, out in the fields with hayrides, cow pie tossing and obstacle courses. Did you know that calves will suck on your hand if given the opportunity? It is like a giant sandpaper hoover - full of slimy drool.
As we were leaving our friends called us back because one of the cows was about to deliver a baby. We watched as she pushed and moaned. It was absolutely incredible. The calf came out front legs first, followed by a tongue sticking out and a little black snout. From start to finish it took about thirty minutes. It was a magical experience for me. Brought me back to my own births; the pain, the joy.
It was the perfect thing to pull me out of my slump and show me once again the incredible gift of life and children.
Posted by Jess at 10:11 PM Permalink
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I'm glad they called you back in time.
Posted by Jen | August 7, 2006 10:53 PM