Three newly born are already at one of the neighbours. Two of them I saw. Although Looking like toys they are full of life, jumping up and about their mother. No way they will spare her at this stage. And she must know…for the way she takes her children’s behaviour is with sheer patience.
The mothers- to be- from the other side, are already brought nearer to the house, last night. There is peace on them while the three of them are grazing in the little field. They give the impression of waiting calmly for the moment to arrive. Further down the road, while still being in the direct neighbourhood of his mother a new baby bull is exploring what the world around him is all about… at some stage it has managed to put its belly on the stonewall dangling its front paws on one side of the wall while its back is on the other side. Never mind about that; one of the cats of the island, cozily sitting on the opposite stone wall will help the mother to keep an eye on the new comer.
Later on the day my eye catches a couple of chickens standing in the porch of the priests’ house. They are having their heads in such an upheaval position towards the front door as if they are just standing there waiting for the door to be opened for their appointment to be fulfilled.
I can not think of the island without the animals at all. The cattle here on Inis Meáin, they have a special place within the community. In a way they are part of it. On the other hand they are not. They live their lives, alongside us, having no fear or whatsoever for each other or humans. On the contrary it is pure peace what is shown by them…
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.Pin It