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I'm Heart Broken

Story ID:11030
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Caldwell Idaho USA
Year:2016
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I woke early on a Sunday morning. I sat on the sofa, drinking tea and went through my
Email. Through the patio doors, I saw one of the farmers drive up to his herd of cattle to give
them their morning feeding.

He stepped out of his truck, but instead of going to the hay stack and the feed trough,
where the cattle waited, he walked across the field. I stood up to see where he was going.
Out on the balcony, I peered around the tree by the fence and saw a cow on the ground. She
lifted her legs and mooed in pain. The farmer stroked her head and grabbed his phone. He
made a call. Another farmer arrived.

Together they tried to comfort the cow.
I thought I was about to witness the birth of a calf. It would be the first time in the
six years Iíve lived here.

The cow was in distress. Every few minutes, she kicked up her legs and cried out. One
of the farmers put long plastic sleeves on his arms, knelt behind the cow and attempted to
pull the new calf out.
He didnít succeed.
I watched the struggle for life in awe.
I clenched my hands together and prayed.
The farmers stood. The cow was still. It was over.

I didnít know what was going on, until I watched one of the farmers drive away, return
with a tractor, tie the cowís legs to it and drag her away.

I had Ginny on the phone the whole time. She was in North Carolina visiting her family.

We love to watch the cows and think of them as family. Thereís been a few times, Ginny has
noticed something wrong and driven over to alert the farmers. There was nothing we could do
in this case.

Tears ran down my cheeks. I thought I was going to witness a birth, but saw a loss
instead.
Iím heart broken.
Michael T Smith