A week later, there have been no more kisses, no more f*****g, at least not on my part. Dutcher still goes to the house two or three nights a week, but he hasn’t stayed over. I take this as Jack coming around my way, even if he doesn’t know it.
One day, Jack decides it’s time to wean the older calves from their mothers. This is necessary, as many of the cows now have a second calf, younger than the first, and it will be neglected if the older calf remains. Cows are funny that way, favoring the eldest offspring. What we do is set up a wire fence we call a trap and the calves are put inside. In with them go some dry cows to ease the torment of losing their mothers. The calves set up bawling for their mothers, an awful sound, but they have to learn to eat grass and begin life on their own, w
