Bruce

Bruce rubs her soft head up and down my leg, nuzzling with her nose occasionally. Bruce’s fragile baby calf body trips and falls all over the place, her limbs flying everywhere. I pull the sleigh slowly through the crusty snow. Bruce lays down in the sleigh, holding her head high as if it was the ride of her life. Her soft ears flop and make her look just like a black puppy. I pull her to the heated shed she will be spending the night in. I lift her into the shed and softly place her in a pile of fresh hay and straw. Her twin brother, Wayne, moos from across the pen asking their mom for more food. He was stronger at birth, that’s why the mom chose him, not Bruce. I gently sit down next to Bruce and stroke my fingers down her back. Bruce gets cozy at my side and slowly closes her eyes, her long eyelashes slowly touching her cheeks. I quietly whisper into her ear and tell her that she will have a new mom soon and that she is strong,brave and beautiful. Some people might wonder why us farm kids think this is magical, but all you have to do to get an answer is come out here and see it for yourself. The prairies are so magical i can’t even explain. Love Ella