The calves will overwinter on wheat fields in Nebraska or Oklahoma.
Oh, no! I forgot to pack their winter coats!
Now I am left with Mama cows searching for their lost calves by mooing non-stop. I mean all day and all night and all day and on and on.
We go through this every year. I went out this morning to hand feed the girls oranges and comfort them. Alice and I have been through this 9 times and she still yells every year to remind me that she is THE best mother in the herd.
The cows had a nice little chat with me about their children leaving and how this is what we all want; for our babies to grow strong and tall and go off into the world on their own.
It is what we do.