When I first arrived in Turkey Creek, I was told there were year round calves.
Florida seems to be the state of year round everything with no definitive seasons to break up the year,
Unless you count the lack of rain after the summer.
The orange groves blossomed again and the grass stays green and the calves keep appearing, growing, playing…
Until last week…
…the cows started disappearing from the fields where I walk and ride my bike.
Whole fields of them vanished, not into thin air…
I saw large trucks with cattle trailers arriving early in the morning.
I heard cows, penned for the night, bellowing.
I watched them milling in their stalls.
I saw lucky bulls alone in vast expanses of pastureland.
I looked across empty tracts of green and fertile land and saw tell tale wheel tracks…
I saw an open gate,
The cows had gone to slaughter.
The herds were starting afresh, the farmer had marked the beginning of August to be his season for cashing in his hoof stock.
The few left behind now graze in a far field, I can see them across the way patiently awaiting their calves.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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