Silent Bob came back from the back field.
“#12 is acting funny. She’s in the middle field lying down. The other cows are back there but they aren’t getting close to her.”
I didn’t pay much attention.
The 285 days from which #12 was bred and set to deliver her sweet black Angus baby had come and passed. We could only assume that she had miscarried or the bull never did what he should have.
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