Well as you know today is independence day. It has definitely been a rollercoaster of emotions today, from total joyous patriotism to absolute sadness....
We got a chance to sleep in today as the rental lot was closed for the festivities. For a major treat, I got up at 7am :O That is a big deal by the way.
Rex was busy in the kitchen (Which is another big deal too) making his "Sunday morning special on a Saturday morning" as he liked to call it. This was a YUMMY brekkie of hashbrowns, sausage patties and eggs.
And it was goooooood.
We then rushed down to Sedro Woolley to meet my cousin Jake and his wife Stacey with Baby Rex and Roz. We were told that it was gonna be absolutely boiling or as Rex liked to put it "It would bake the balls off a rattlesnake!"
Riiiiiight.
Anyway so we all greased up and were all smelling of tropical mango or that horrible suntan lotion smell, yuck, and we tried to find a good spot to watch the parade, which is the longest 4th of July parade in the United States. The parade itself was awesome, we had lots of trucks and army presentations and church bands and whatnot. Baby Rex seemed to like it which is all that mattered.
We then popped over the street to watch the chainsaw carving competition. I love woodwork anyway but to know that these amazing sculptures had been done with a chainsaw was still something all the same.
Amazing.
Then we all went to Johnny Carinos for lunch. Carinos is an Italian restaurant or as I like to put it an "American Italian restaurant" The food there was ok, but because there was hardly anybody there the service was incredibly disappointing. Normally we would be in and out by an hour at the very most but this took two and a half hours! Honestly, we were not pleased.
Me and Susie headed back to see the herd on the second pasture to check up on them and make plans for tomorrow's move of the cows on the third pasture to the second. Susie went back to the car to get something and that's when I saw it. Something really weird and white was drooping out of Mercy's butt and then it just slipped out. I shouted to Susie saying that Mercy had the runs but when I walked up to inspect it, it was a completely different story. Tiny little baby hooves were poking out of something white and jelly like.
I have very limited experience of cows, but I knew exactly what it was.
Mercy had a miscarriage. Susie explained to me that that made sense because two months ago Mercy was beaten up by all the other cows so badly that she was lame for two weeks. During the beat ups, her baby was probably lost.
It affected me so much, especially when Mercy and her other daughter came really close to it and sniffed it. I cried and cried, even after Susie had buried it. It was one of those harsh reminders of nature, that it isn't always a fairy tale, and the aggressive side of nature can sometimes rear it's ugly head.
The drive back home was a very awkward one, both of us were feeling emotionally drained after consoling the other cows and burying the baby. We were going to go to the demolition derby in Monroe but we couldn't because it was way too hot. So instead we had a quick makeshift dinner (I made my own trademark chicken nugget salad) and drove out to Stanwood to watch the fireworks from a parking lot. They were really pretty, but this got boring after a while so we called it a night and went home. Apparently tomorrow I'm gonna get worked really hard so I should probably head off. Bye for now!
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