Cries for mom

 

Opposite the cottage is the Church Field. 
It was gifted to the Church as an overspill of the graveyard, but as the Church is closed and the county no longer extends graveyards, I am sure at some stage the land will be sold.
Presently an old school friend has ponies grazing there. 
Beyond the field are the livery stable fields. 
The stables are grazing a gaggle of young cows at the moment, all of whom have recently left their mothers.
The noise of their calls for their mothers is almost chilling at times, especially in the middle of the night.
They started a few days ago, around 1 am in the morning. 
One caller bellowing in the dark followed by another and another.
Roger woke from downstairs and raced first to me and then to the window seat, scanning for where the noise was coming from. He was joined by Albert and before long we were all awake listening.

There is something incredibly sad when young call for their mothers, especially at night when the cries are lost in the dark and the wind

They are still calling this morning.

Anyway today, I’ve decided will be a productive day. I’ve bought some printer ink and will be printing out the first of the TCA certificates to send out to the villagers who have sponsored windows in the hall. 
Each person will have a thank you letter, a certificate naming their sponsored love one and a map detailing which pane of glass is theirs. I have also purchased some large rigid enveloped so that the certificates aren't bent. 
The kitchen looks like a mini production line.


It’s college later tonight too, we are being filmed using our counselling skills ! 
Note to self , find a clean T shirt. And remember the camera puts on ten pounds.
It’s weigh day today and I’ve lost nothing more this week , which was to be expected as I’ve had dinner and tea out twice last week. I’m not disheartened at all, I will catch up next week.

The printer is clattering out certificates like a good un
And above the noise and activity in the kitchen,

I can still hear the bellows of the calves from beyond the pony field.


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