I Like Ike

Ike arrived without any of our usual drama. We had been checking my cow, Agnes around the clock for signs of calving. At 5:45am My Loving Spouse got up to do the morning ‘calf check’. He returned to say, we had a new born black calf. I donned my fluffy pink robe, shoved my feet into my sneakers and took off for the pasture to check out for myself our new addition.

I declared the tiny calf, adorable.

Mama Agnes, Ike and brother Hal….I call this their ‘Christmas card photo’. You know those photos, where everyone has been fighting and arguing, not happy to be together, but smiling for the camera as soon as someone says, “Say, Cheese!” The second the photo was finished, Hal started acting like a teenage brat, head butting the little calf and knocking Ike down.

I called My Loving Spouse on the phone,

“You need to come out here! We need to get Hal out of the field before he hurts the calf”.

‘Okay, I’ll get dressed’.

“You don’t have time to get dressed! Put on your robe and come quickly !!”

‘Oh, my, bloody hell!’

Moments later, we two old folk/farmers adorned in our bathrobes, ran around the field chasing one large teenage steer out of the field, keeping Agnes and baby Ike in the field and letting the two horses go where ever they wanted. By the time we were finally having our morning coffee, we had everyone in the cows’ field, except the annoying teenage steer, Hal, who was serving detention in the horses field and pouting.

Baby Ike is a small calf, as his father Danny the bull was a Galloway, which is a smaller breed. Ike is just about as cute as they come and we are so glad he is here safe and sound.

I like Ike.

I am grateful indeed and very blessed.