So far today it has rained, sleeted, snowed, then rained, sleeted, and snowed again. So much ice off the roof we had to shut down the little heat pump. I am ready for summer.
Talking about cattle.
When I was in my early teens we had somewhere between forty and sixty head. Mom and I had gone to town for the weekly grocery run. Dad was at work and intended to spend the night if the weather got bad. By the time we managed to get home it was a day about like today. Ice and snow in the ground and a freezing rain coming down. We hauled the groceries in and heard one cow bawling. All the cattle were crowded in the stables except for one. She was at the fence as close as she could get to the house. So out we went and Mom started talking to the biggest cow we had. It was one she had hand raised on a bucket. The cow let her scratch her ears for a second, then took off running as hard as she could. She stopped and turned back toward us and started bawling again. Over the fence we went. The cow would run away then about half way back to us and stand looking at us. She led us to the back of the farm to her newly born calf that was frozen solid. The cow would nuzzle the calf then look at Mom and make the most pitiful sounds. I guess she thought Mom could bring it back to life. I can't remember the details but Mom managed to get the huge cow back to the stables while I got the tractor and got rid of the calf. That is the only time I have seen a cow display what had to be emotions of grief, hope, and sorrow.