we heard bellowing
that paddock is surrounded on three sides by a little river
the day before I had noted that two of the black cows had calved
today I could only detect one calf, plus a bellowing cow
there was a lost calf
as we moved towards the paddock we passed the whole herd
they were quite spooky
they tended to feign fear at our presence and take off in the direction we were travelling
then we passed the herd and got to the river
if there was a new born calf down the riverbank it would be very difficult to locate
just then a group of cows including a black one began to gallop towards us
we knew that the ony hope would be for the mother to indicate the true location of the calf
well she stopped twenty metres short of us and stared down the cliff
that was it!
we headed over to that position and sure
enough, two metres below us, a tiny black calf was standing in the
water silently as her mother resumed her bellowing in the company of the calf's aunties
the next 10 minutes was spent trying to get the calf up the steep bank where its mother and her friends were waiting impatiently and anxiously and noisily
they communicated the whole time, both calf and mother
finally, as a farmer tried to catch his breath, the calf lay on the paddock, catching hers
a moment later the calf found its feet and went dancing off with mother and aunties and was met by the rest of the herd who frollicked with pleasure and relief
they took it in turns to lick the calf and nudge it lovingly
its mother was meanwhile giving it a lesson on how close to the bank a small calf may go
we walked back through the herd and said you're welcome, you're welcome, as they wanted to thanks us with sloppy kisses and friendly gestures
my squelchy
boots and sopping jeans bore witness to an unexpected river exercise, and we began the trek home again to the beautiful emotions of our fellow mammals
those emotions were undeniable and freely expressed
and after the initial trauma and struggle my partner snapped some photos to tell the story