Eye Spy
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with ‘B’…
(Remember Bay Lulic aka Bella? Original story here)
(Remember Bay Lulic aka Bella? Original story here)
…
I spy with my little eye, a cow who saved a calf from starvation.
I spy with my little eye, a cow who took that orphan on as her own in an instant.
I spy with my little eye, a cow who is part of our family now.
I spy with my little eye, a cow who is one of the best mothers ever.
I spy with my little eye, a cow with only one working eye.
I spy with my little eye, a cow who took that orphan on as her own in an instant.
I spy with my little eye, a cow who is part of our family now.
I spy with my little eye, a cow who is one of the best mothers ever.
I spy with my little eye, a cow with only one working eye.
(A fact that never impeded her ability to care for her adopted ‘son’.)
…
I spy with my little eye (a couple of weeks later)…
a cow with a new problem…
Something which makes life a whole lot harder for her…
a cow with a new problem…
Something which makes life a whole lot harder for her…
I spy with my little eye…
Pinkeye.
A serious infection that has blinded our darling Bay Lulic.
Lots of antibiotics and TLC and eye cream later… she can see shapes again.
So the crashing into trees and fences has lessened a little…
And the need to walk her in each day from up the paddock so she can find the trough for a drink, is a little less urgent.
Oy, the DRAMA.
I wonder… you reckon the TV networks need inspiration for a soap opera cow?
