Some people think when you have a blog you should only write good news because there is always enough bad news to go around. But life isn’t really like that, especially on a farm.
So I just write what happens.
Anyway, after an ominous low tide yesterday afternoon, last night the barometer dropped like a stone, with a big rainstorm blowing into our area. The wind caught in the trees, and the crows cawed angrily all night as their branches shook.
Little Jammies the sad-eyed mini-mancha went into labor. At 4:30 this morning she gave birth to a stillborn buckling.
Unfortunately when the kids are stillborn they cannot help their mother, because they can’t fight to get out into the world. So Jammies did all the fighting, and it was a long hard night for her.
She is very tired. She has a funny look on her face, like a person lost in a train station in a foreign country, a person who needs to get home right away.
Now and then she gets up, murmuring, and paces the stall. She paws through the straw, looking for her baby. She knows he isn’t there.
When the farmer comes she stands quietly to be milked.
