The time for good cheer and charity, Christmas is on its way and I am slightly childishly excited. I am heading for London and a month to indulge myself enjoying Oxford Streets lights, Selfridges window displays, a visit to the London Museum as I have found that Tony loves history as much as I do [a revelation indeed] and a re-visit to our first flat in London, just down from Westminster, to reminisce about the changes in our lives.
We leave our barn in-finished and maybe for a while, as news from England may detain me for more time than I would like. Its going to be a tricky time, balancing our needs here and family needs there. It needs a solution, but I will have some time to work this out, whilst we indulge in Christmas fayre and Christmas spirit.
Balancing family needs seems to also be an issue down in the farm too, and forgive this slightly awkward connection. Four calves were born these last weeks and three are enjoying the comfort of close knit mothers, the warmth of the barn, and mothers milk.
This poor little thing wasn’t wanted. The mother just didn’t bond. Split out from the group, she snuffles and snores on her own. Christian has to bottle feed her in between winter chores; but she is doing ok. I would have liked to see her up and about, playing with the other calves, but that will have to wait till spring it seems. I wish her health and happiness At this Christmas time and hope that over the coming weeks, the other mothers will give her the support she needs and she will feel part of the bigger family she has been born into.