I looked out the window into the pasture this morning, and what did I see? A dead cow!!! Not just any dead cow, but my beloved Dorie. She was stretched out in front of the hay feeder on her side, her neck stretched out and her head in the snow. No movement at all, not a twitch. Her belly looked slightly, distended, just the beginnings of bloat.
Resisting the urge to vomit, or cry, I threw the dogs out before donning my coat and boots. Out the door I could see she was still laying in the same position, despite the dogs morning ritual of barking their lungs out just for the sake of barking. I felt sicker and sicker as I walked out to the pasture, calling her, with no response.
It wasn't until I was over the fence, less than 20 feet away, that she rolled over and looked at me.
Wait a minute!!! Was that slight bloat actually a calf?!!? Oh, precious Dorie! Although, she didn't seem impressed with me waking her up.
[Note how 'shorter' the hay feeder has gotten in the snow.]
Back in the house, settled, and calm. Husband and Bigs long gone for the day, Littles still sleeping, all is quiet.
Must be something in the air today.