Friday, October 25, 2013

Milk Madness

Precious little sleep was had last night by animals or people, due to the din of weaning cows and calves (see yesterday’s post, Empty Pasture Syndrome). The heffies are now more than ready to trade their grown-up hay-feeder privileges for a big swig of mama’s milk. We’ve been cheated! Duped! Robbed! they caterwaul, over and over again. Fueled in part by their filled-to-capacity udders, the mamas’ sad bawls have increased in volume and intensity to angry, unrelenting bellows.

If our cows manage to get quiet for a few seconds, I can hear the distant roar of bawling cattle yonder over the river—more sufferers of insufferable separation, no doubt.

It’s not Mad Cow Disease, but the bovines in this neighborhood sure are mad.

Sparkle, in non-violent but very loud protest

“…Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” –ROMANS 8:38-39 (NIV)

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