So, today we took the kids to a dairy farm. It was really interesting. Noah was thrilled to see all the cows and the tractors, and the cats. It was right up his alley. At this particular dairy farm, there were about 200+ cows. So, as you can imagine, this was just about all a little boy could take in. Anyway, we were walking through where the calves were. They were chained up to an individual hut. Each one having their own suite. They were different sizes, colors, and temperaments. Some would let you walk up to them and pet them, others would freak out over just looking their way. Then their was this one little fella who didn’t move at all when the anxious 2 1/2 year old came lumbering at him. In fact the calve just sat there and looked up at him. Noah pet him and moved on to the next young animal. When I questioned the farmer as to the age of the calve, he told me that he was born last night, in the middle of the night. We were there at 10 in the morning. Basically the first experience this cow has in this world is having an exuberant young boy come running up to where he was sleeping peacefully and poke at him. Really it was quite a funny sight. Less than a day old this guy was. That amazed me. I also asked why are these cows kept separately in individual huts? The response was that they need milk till they are 8 weeks old. So they are kept in this little area for 8 weeks where they are feed milk, ground corn, cotton seed, and corn silage. The most important mix is the milk.
It was funny to see the different cows. They were different ages, and colors and temperaments as I said before. It makes me think about us. It makes me think of when both of my kids were born, how precious a time that was. It makes me think about the new life that God gives us. How we are fed milk until we are ready for meat and substance.
How refreshing it was to see new life. I hope that your life is filled with new growth, and new opportunities, just like that little 12 hour old cow.
