Early this morning, I scooped up Jack and Tonto, packed them into the stock trailer, and cried as Hubby drove them away. I wasn’t crying for myself—I knew they were headed back to Arnie, Betty, Kolton, and Hunter (see most of this past summer’s posts)—but because of their heartrending calls to their mamas and sisters who were answering from the barn.
It’s been quieter here than I expected. Since Minnie and Moey were triplets, they still have each other. But Jubilee seems to be at loose ends, and when she bleats, it's as if she’s asking, Where’s Jack? As for Blueberry and Meels, they’re just looking and wondering.
Thursday is calf weaning day, so there’s much more noise and drama to come!
|At least Jubilee hasn't lost her appetite for Russian olives|
“…God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’” –HEBREWS 13:5 (NIV)