Potty Calf


Two all-time great distractions of the time wasting stakes are watching babies and watching baby animals. Sleeping or waking there is something other-worldly about them that fascinates us.
I confess to losing I don’t how much time today in observing Farmer Scott’s new calves out in the next-door pastures. Their mothers seemed rather indifferent to them and that’s when I started anthropomorphising.
My invented story about why they weren’t looking after their babies went like this: The cows had had rough labours. They needed to graze to get their strength back. Their milk hadn’t come in yet. Post-partum depression, even.
As for the calves – 4 of them – they were very shaky on their skinny little legs. Some had a few tumbles and then they lay down and rested a bit.
Mothers and calves stood around for most of the day. In heavy drizzle at times. What could be so interesting about that. Not just interesting but irresistible.

Potty Calves


It’s a great luxury of our country living that Daniel and I stop and look at some of the beautiful and amazing sights to be seen around us.
Maybe it’s just a way of presencing ourselves, of bringing ourselves into the moment the way we do in meditation.
Is it possible to meditate on cows? If so, then it wasn’t time wasted after all.