What a word that is! Beginning shouts new and fresh, another adventure. The beginnings of my days start very early in true farming style latterly. I don't mind one bit. Crystal, our momma cow sings out to me for her small bucket of grain. It has only been a little over a week that I have been feeding her grain while she feeds the calf but yet she knows its coming. She waits at the gate willing me closer with the grain in my hand. As I make my way to the barn she smells the grain at the same time she sees it. I must be fast or her tongue grabs the grain. She follows obediently and the baby calf makes his way next. We sit in the barn the three of us, Crystal eating her grain, Zulu drinking his milk and me observing the wonderful process happening before my eyes. He knows instinctively what to do. It may not be his birth mother but the milk is the same. Cautiously at first but then boldly he moves in. He is comforted by the sucking motion and his tail swings from side to side as he drinks. What a privilege to see this every morning. I am full of gratitude today.
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