There are a couple things you shouldn't say out loud on the farm. Ever.
Among them: "Calving is going really well this year!"
Also, "The kids have been really healthy this winter!"
Because you know what happens next: disaster and puke, though not necessarily in that order.
I spoke those words last Wednesday as I visited with a farmer friend. He asked how calving was going. I said, "Great! Far better than last year!" I told him how our six-year-old had really wished hard for a bottle calf, but we'd explained that no bottle calf equaled good news because things had to go really south in order for her to have a bottle calf. We laughed and commiserated about the horrible winter last year, and how hard it was on calving. He asked how the kids were. I said, "Great! We've been really healthy this winter!"
I walked out of his farm shop, hopped in my car and looked at my phone. My husband had texted me a photo of a fresh fluffy black baldy calf…with his back leg splinted and wrapped. He was half of a set of twins born the day before. All had been well, right up until the cow stepped on him.
And just like that, Caroline got herself a bottle calf. Meet Olaf. Obviously.
Fast forward to the weekend. Said child spikes a fever, spends 24 hours on the couch, sick to stomach and more and I'll spare you the details. Blergh.
I fully take the blame for both these events. And still, we recognize that these two events notwithstanding, calving and kids have been, overall, very good.
But you know what else we're not going to be talking about? How spring is finally here.