After staying in Sick Bay for the morning a very wan and tired looking Tia came back out to her little herd. She is eating well and doing all the normal business after her scare on Friday so I would rather she were out walking about than in the sick bay which is really only a small draft free area of a barn corridor that I can easily shut off in emergencies.
Last night I checked on them all and Sheila was snoring so loudly I could hear her from the door. When I reached their sleeping room I could see Sheila fast asleep in her enormous straw bed with the calves scattered around her like black pearls. All the calves were sitting perfectly at ease, chewing their cud, heads up and turned to me, eyes shining, listening to their comforting sound.
Yesterday afternoon I saw That Cat perched precariously on a sheet of ice leaning down to the water below for a drink. I need to add here that there I plenty of other vessels of heated water in the barn for cats and birds. Why she chose this trough I don’t know. Camera House was not quite focussed when this happened. Watch this sequence.
He leapt as he fell and was out and gone within the second, doused in feezing water and flying through the air, the shrieking,spitting over the smash of the breaking ice causing quite the drama and scaring the dogs as he shot back into the barn to hide.
We were not amused…
I hope you have a lovely Sunday.
ps. Don’t forget. I am an immigrant living in America with a green card. Someone said to me yesterday – but this ban on immigrants does not affect you, you are not from one of the banned countries? My voice had been shuddering with the horror of it, the speed of this persecution, the officers just doing as they were instructed, following orders. Putting people with green cards back on planes without letting them even make a phone call. Planes to where? Back to the hell they were escaping.
I went quite still.
It affects me, I said. Turning away. Because I am from the world.