I thought about not doing the blog challenge this November. Then I thought I might post at least a couple of times a week.
But this will be a wimpy Monday post because my brain is tired from newspapering all day. My creative well has about run dry for now.
This evening I was taking what I hoped might be an invigorating walk when Robin called for my help.
He’d found a newborn calf in the woods that was very very weak.
It was limp as the proverbial dishrag—its eyes already looked dull and glazed. But we worked with it for an hour, rubbing it, drying it, trying to feed it a bottle of colostrum. I heated a blanket and towels to try and warm the calf.
Poor little thing. Our efforts were too little, too late. It died despite the best we could do.
That’s discouraging. On the outside, the calf looked perfect, like a plush black toy. But something obviously went wrong.
Think I’ll go watch Friday Night Lights now…switch mental tracks, ya know.
Have y’all seen it?
Its pretty compelling, even though I don’t know much about football!
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