Tony

Since some days she is moved to another field and I do miss her. Looking back it seems quite some time that she was there in the, at the time, flowery field across the road.

In the flowery field

In the flowery field

I passed her field many times a day from early morning until later at night and every day our conversation seemed to grow. From neutrality in the beginning there was a tiny attentive movement of her ear turning towards the site where the sound came from when I called her. Later on she even came towards me when I called her. I gave her some fresh grass while I was talking to her and I was happy.

I miss the company

I miss the company

Our history goes back to around this time two years ago before she even was born. When I saw her mother-to be- this first time really, she was in calf of her. Just looking at her I was thrilled. I never saw one of her liking. Her fur looked so healthy and soft and her gaze was likewise; soft and alert. Because of those qualities I would call her Lasairfhiona (flame of wine).

Yes you are beautilful

Yes you are beautiful

Lasairfhiona would be the proper name

Lasairfhiona would be the proper name

Well, exactly on the date she was due to come, Tony (as I called the calf) arrived. Except for her colour she is her mother alike: almost identical in drawing. Besides she had the look of a lovely and healthy newly born.

Tony with her mom

Tony with her mom

In the beginning she was always there were Mom was but step by step her world became bigger by finding her own way and Lasairfhiona just let her go to explore. Rarely her reassuring mooing as a sign for Tony to come back was heard.

Finding her own way

Finding her own way

Time passed and Tony grew into the state of being a heifer. As Mom was pregnant again there was no milk for Tony anymore and she was moved to another field.

Mom with youngest son

Mom with youngest son

Tony actually never seemed to get used to the new situation. Every time I pass her field she keeps looking at me in a questioning way. “Why” she still seems to think.

You only have to wait another little while...

You only have to wait another little while…

You only have to wait another little while…

Have patience little dear Tony, your time as Mom will come soon!

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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2 thoughts on “Tony”

  1. Your story of Tony held my heart and reduced me to tears.

    In this world that refers to cows, milk and beef as the food industry, much of it mechanized and almost all of it impersonal, you give such a gift to show us the personality, heart and soul of Tony.

    This is a wondrous wake up call to the personal presence of these animals.

    Thank you again, Elisabeth!

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