You would think, in this icy weather, that it would be easier to walk on four legs than on two. But that is not always the case. This afternoon, A and R, whose cattle we over-winter inside, came to collect one or two cows/heifers who are near to calving. Our farms are next door to one another so the journey home is a short one.
All went well until the last cow was being walked to the trailer, when she slipped and went down. Cows are really quite ungainly creatures and she was totally unable to get up again. Poor thing, she was so distressed.
They had to return to their farm to collect a hoist. They fitted this across her back, loosening and then tightening bolts until it fitted correctly. Then the farmer gently lifted her up using his tractor.
She is on all four feet again and seems no worse for her accident, but they are leaving her overnight to see how she is in the morning before subjecting her to a ride home in a wobbly trailer behind a tractor.
You would think that a leg at each corner would make for stability wouldn't you? I am wobbling about on these icy roads wearing my Yaktraks. Dindin, who lives in Alaska, swears by Yaktraks and I must say I feel safer on icy roads when I am wearing them. But they are lethal in our Utility Room where there is a stone floor, so they have to be taken off the minute I come through the door.
Tomorrow is our friend's funeral and once again the farmer is a bearer. In the past week another three people have died in and around the area, making six in about three weeks. As you get older this sort of happening makes one so painfully aware of one's own mortality from a purely selfish point of view.
As I write, cold, freezing fog is creeping across the fields in strips and the sky is an icy blue as the low sun sinks. It is bitterly cold. Hopefully the weather is set to get slightly warmer by the weekend, preceded by a bank of heavy snow. The heating is full on and I am just about to light the wood-burner, draw the curtains and settle down for the evening once the farmer returns from his last walk with the dogs, who don't seem to notice the cold at all - surely a case of four legs good, two legs bad as far as cold weather in concerned.