We had to pull the calf out
with a rope.
“Hook her up and drag her near the tree line, would you?
And dig a hole and bury her, ok?
I’ll clean up in here.”
And so I did.
The dead calf
seemed to swim along the ground behind the tractor.
Went back when I was finished.
“Thanks,” he said.
“Now take the rest of the day off,” he said.
“Go down to the river and swim,” he said.
I said, “But there’s work to do” and he said, “You heard me.
Everybody deserves a day off now and then and besides,
I feel like milking alone, ok?”
“Ok,” I said and headed for the river
as he slid the door open
and called our cow friends to the barn.