This is not the post I had planned. I think you could tell by my last Polly post that I was super excited she was going to have her first calf. I was planning on sharing the sex of the calf, telling you how much it weighed and what I was most excited about having us all pick out a name together. It has taken me over a week to sit down and write this post.
I know that I may not have met you all but there is a sense of trust in the blogging community that I love. I very easily could have not posted this or even made up a story that wasn’t true. But, I couldn’t do that. I knew I would have to post this at some time and after spending time lovin’ on my Sweet P this evening I decided the time was right.
If there is one thing you learn quickly on a farm it is that life doesn’t always go as you plan. This morning started early because the cows were out, equipment breaks, you get called home from dinner with friends because the roof of the barn has blown off in the storm. You crawl out of bed and round up the cows, you work until the equipment is fixed and you ask your friends for forgiveness as you slip out of the restaurant with your to-go food, spending the rest of your date night in the rain picking pieces of metal up and making sure all cows have shelter for the night.
This is where I start to get teary eyed. We knew P was getting close to calving and so we watched her very closely. In fact, after we left the farm just before 2 a.m. although he didn’t admit it I am pretty sure my hubby went back to the farm and slept in his truck so he could check on her. She was getting closer but it wasn’t progressing very fast. We figured it was because we were watching her to much and she just needed her time.
Still nothing. I’m not a very patient person so although this lasted only a couple of days it seemed like weeks. We had a couple of the guys who work in the maternity barn check her and they agreed she just needed her time. Another night passed and I had the early morning slot. I jumped out of bed and headed towards the farm to see P pushing. Finally, I thought. Until I noticed something was wrong. Instantly I knew, the calf was backwards. I called my hunny and went home to get cleaned up for work.
There isn’t a good ending to this story. The calf didn’t make it. Everyone felt helpless. Our employees worried we were upset with them. We weren’t.
Polly is doing okay. She is adjusting to being a “milk-cow.” Our guys are starting to figure out her personality. They even refer to her with my pet names, Sweet P and P. The stories are kind of funny! They want to be able to walk right up to her and pet her and she won’t have it but yet she comes to me and gives me hugs. Not that i’m rubbing it in! Tonight one of the guys said, “You can’t tell who her mommy is at all.” That made me laugh. All of our cows have personalities, some like attention, some like to be left alone. That is what makes this life we live so awesome, ups and downs.
I saw this video on Facebook today and it reminded me of where and who we came from, why we do what we do and where and who we hope to be.
Paul Harvey: God Made A Farmer Video