When I return to Iowa, I always have to check on my sister and brother-in-law’s cows.
As I’ve stated before.”I love cows!”
It’s a typical Iowa winter day–cloudy and gray. The kind I hated as a kid!
The cows don’t seem to mind though.
These girls lounge in the lot now, expecting any day, hour, or minute. They are heavy with calves, just waiting to join the world alongside the other newborns.
For now, these black beauties are contented to lay in the hay, chew their cud, and wait it out.
The old Richwoods Church stands alone in the mist as it has for decades. A comforting landmark that watches over its eternal guests, day and night, rain or shine.
The old barn, a behemoth of a structure, gives shelter when needed. It was a great place to play and hide when my siblings and I were home together. It still serves that purpose for grandkids and cousins.
This one’s belly makes me hurt! Surely she won’t go another day…will she? How do they do it…out in the cold, no heated blanket to keep from shaking? She’s a better cow than I am.
Her attitude and look says, “Go away! There’s nothing to see here…yet!”
So, I’ll go back inside and report my expert observations. Truth is, these girls will probably give birth during the night when we humans are tucked snug and warm in our beds.