The Cow

No-place Nevada. 13 miles deep in BLM land where we decide to sleep. A cow howls- if a cow can, all night, not far from our resting place.

In the morning light we see for the first time what surrounds us. It is beautiful, as expected.




But the cow is still crying, she won't leave her ground. We go to see what is causing her angst. There in a dry lake bed of deep mud is a calve, nose deep, suffocating. Chris says "we need a plank" I turn my head and there is the plank that he asked for.

Chris pulled her free, not without injury of his own. We cleaned her mouth and nose of mud and walked her towards her mother. The mother ran to meet the calve, ingnoring the company of humans.



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