As if we never left,
the cows remember us
as we gather to brand
to the pasture they
first calved. At dusk,
the whole bunch comes
to stand at the fence
to listen to us plan
the week, food and crew
and who can come to help—
as if they’d never left.
Feeling close and safe,
they’ll spend the night
on this fresh feed
and dream as if
we belong to each other.
2/13: Adding to the electrical problems in the kitchen, flat tire on the Kubota, helping Clarence pull 220 feet of 1″ tubing with 1 hp submersible pump to replace with solar yesterday, our dear heifers broke a water line to the house.
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