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!
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| 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)
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