9:30 a.m.
Last night before falling asleep, I did a healing meditation on the sick calf. I drifted off before it was completed, but during the course of it I saw guide COWS! Shouldn’t be surprised I guess, but still ... I didn’t expect cattle to have spirit guides ... if indeed that’s what they were.

Pa hadn’t fed him by 9 so I went out with warm milk and said “How’s my baby this morning?” and gave him a few rubs and pats and told him what a good boy he was, what a trooper. His hair was all shwoop-de-doo’ed, so clearly his mother had been paying attention to him throughout the night. His suck was as weak as ever, moreso even, but as the milk came through the tube he moved a hind leg and I said to Pa excitedly “He moved his leg! That’s the first time I’ve seen that” and thought hopefully — could it be he’s going to recover?

Then he exhaled a few times, curled toward me, and stopped breathing.
It was just like he’d waited for me to get there.

It’s a relief, but I cried all the way home and then some.

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Little Beckster was here for a couple hours while her mother went to town, and later Barney and I went through the vegetable and flower seeds I have bought. He gets as excited about them as I do.