Remember this pair? You're right. It is the little calf that almost drowned after it's mother gave birth to it in the creek and kept knocking back down into the water every time it managed to struggle up onto it's wobbly legs.
Their story continues.
There was a lull in the rain so I hurried outside in hopes I can at least see what has happened to the poor little thing. I wasn't planning on risking my safety by getting into the rushing water but I did hope I would see it emerge on the other side and be able to get to the creek bank or at least be able to grab some footing on on of the little islands.
I couldn't see a thing though and as I was turning to go back into the house our neighbor called from his yard and asked if I had seen the calf being swept away. He was concerned about it as well but we decided that there really is nothing an 86 year old man and I can do about it except feel sorry. The water running across the road kept us far enough apart that we had to yell our entire conversation.
The children kept feeling so sorry for the cow as it stood there the rest of the day looking at the creek sorrowfully.
The owners of the cows came by last night and the were fishing things out of the creek by the bridge. I kept being afraid we'd see a dead calf being pulled out next. It grew dark and our watching was ended.
This morning the little calf is safely by it's mother. Rescued once again. I'm thinking it should find something other than near drownings to participate in.