Trooper and Bud, shown cavorting in the photo
below, joined their sisters in the pasture yesterday. The young mamas joyfully romped
and played along with their calves. A few tears of gratitude filled my eyes when
I remembered the song I sang to Trooper when he was struggling to breathe and
stand just over two weeks ago:
I
see fields of green, skies of blue
Baby
calves playing, and Trooper too
And
I think to myself, what a wonderful God!
That’s
Trooper in the lead. And although they’re tiny, there are some green blades of
grass popping up, so the song has come true already.
The
chunky all-black calf in the foreground is lucky that we’d already dubbed him
Bud. When the calves get up from their naps, they always nurse. Afterwards, they all gambol about—all, that
is, except Bud. Even though his mama has plenty of milk, greedy little Bud
still makes the rounds of the other gentle heifers, stealing as much as he can
until he’s so full that he plops down to nap again. If the little butterball
didn’t already have a name, we’d call him Piggy!
“…God has been good to me and I have more than enough.” –GENESIS 33:11
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