The "ride in the bucket" brought back a vivid memory -- of a sub-zero night on Windhover Farm in Ontario. A ditzy heifer elected to bring forth her firstborn calf as far from barn as possible and, having no mothering instincts or ambitions, merely wandered off immediately after the blessed event. When we discovered them, both mother and child were in terrible shape. We chose to rescue the calf first -- I climbed into the tractor bucket (yes, it's very uncomfortable!) and the big awkward half-frozen calf was draped over my lap and together we endured a brutal, cold, heaving, and yet somehow hilarious ride back to the relative warmth of the barn (where both parties eventually recovered health and discovered their mutual bond). Mme Pappy's story gave me a moment of nostalgia, Though I much prefer her cargo and the gentility of the occasion. What wonderful neighbors! Kathy
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Pictures are fantastic! What an exciting time!
Dad.
Lovely to read the March entry and see these spring pictures - it makes it easier to imagine in fact rather than with the mind's eye. Mum
The "ride in the bucket" brought back a vivid memory -- of a sub-zero night on Windhover Farm in Ontario. A ditzy heifer elected to bring forth her firstborn calf as far from barn as possible and, having no mothering instincts or ambitions, merely wandered off immediately after the blessed event. When we discovered them, both mother and child were in terrible shape. We chose to rescue the calf first -- I climbed into the tractor bucket (yes, it's very uncomfortable!) and the big awkward half-frozen calf was draped over my lap and together we endured a brutal, cold, heaving, and yet somehow hilarious ride back to the relative warmth of the barn (where both parties eventually recovered health and discovered their mutual bond). Mme Pappy's story gave me a moment of nostalgia, Though I much prefer her cargo and the gentility of the occasion. What wonderful neighbors! Kathy
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