Being there for a mama cow – a Bethany Kay reblog

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I don’t know what was wrong with the cow. I went to the prairie to take sunset pictures and she was in the pond. I thought she was stuck because her baby was calling but she wasn’t moving. Finally she started to move out of the pond and I could see she was badly injured.

I knew I couldn’t go in the pond…alligators, water moccasins, etc. I waited until she was out of the pond to try and assist in any way I could to help her get to her baby. Lots of verbal encouragement and coaxing. As soon as she made it to her baby I went for help. I have no idea how I made it there, my leg was already totally shot from getting to the cow. Anyway, I drove to my friend’s house who knows the owners of the cows on the prairie to send out…

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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