She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that ‘s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

-George Gordon Byron

I know all you old-timers out there will groan and laugh at waxing poetic over a cow, but there you go. We had to put mama down. Little calf (a boy) just learned to take a bottle at the very same time.
There are just some days when we wonder why we do this, go through the stress and drama, the sleepness nights and work-filled days. I don’t have any answers right now.
Gary slept on the basement floor with the calf last night while I got 3 hours in bed. It’s snowing hard outside, about an inch an hour, so now that the excitement is over we can manybe take a nap before afternoon chores.