That is, I don’t think calves are noted for it. It occurs to me that I haven’t reported back on Pinkie and Scarlet recently (if you haven’t visited for a while – or ever – they are two cows who lived with us during their pregnancies, who have now gone back to the farm). Pinkie has had her calf, a boy, and has happily rejoined the milking herd. She is not particularly maternal and didn’t mind being parted from her calf, though it’s likely he wasn’t thrilled. Poor animal doesn’t know better and he’s with his cousins, anyway. Scarlet is still relaxing and isn’t due for a couple of weeks or so yet. We’re rather hoping for a girl. The Sage goes to visit regularly and both cows lumber over to greet him and receive carrots and apples.
The stormy weather is over – it was a very English storm, being quite polite in its bluster. Today, there was a chill in the air but the sun was warm when I came home at half past twelve and there’s a pale blue sky with a few fluffy clouds. The bantams were relaxing, basking in the sunshine at the top of the drive. Yesterday, they stayed safely in their run with unruffled feathers.
The Sage is pondering whether to buy a book on Suffolk artists. I’ve pointed out that all his children are worrying what on earth to buy him for a present in a few weeks – for goodness sake, let me tell them about it. Or one of them, anyway.
There’s an extra service at the church this afternoon. For a (presumably sound) reason that hasn’t been explained to me, we missed All Souls’ day a couple of weeks ago, so the service will be today. Very little publicity has been given so I expect there won’t be many people there. I’ll set it up, play the clarinet and make tea afterwards. I’m not big on lighting candles in memory of people, so may not participate in that part. I don’t object, it just doesn’t mean anything to me. Nor do flowers on a grave, actually. I’m too prosaic to respond to symbolism and can do nothing to change that.