Last week I shared a picture of what I had hoped would become our family milk cow. Butterball was her name and I had high hopes for her.
Funny thing about life, all the wantin' and wishin' in the world isn't going to make something happen that's not meant to happen.
This has been a hard concept for me to learn.
A few years ago, after my morning prayer time in which I casually mentioned at the end, just before the "amen", that I would really like to have a milk cow, I looked out my front window and watched in awe as a Holstein-cross started walking up the driveway. In fact, I was so shocked that I called my mother to tell her that God had just answered my prayer IMMEDIATELY and wouldn't ya know, I now had a milk cow.
God doesn't usually work like that. But He does have a sense of humor.
That cow was not a milk cow. She was in fact, in heat. And we had a bull. She also belonged to a neighbor, who we didn't know had cows, and was scheduled to be picked up by the butcher in 2 weeks.
She was a cow on the run and I was left a blubbering mess.
Fast forward to last week and my hopes were high again for a milk cow. All I needed was for the owners to contact me with the information of where we should pick her up.
They never called.
Note to people using Craig's list to sell items, livestock or services...if you place an ad, please take it down when the item sells. It's very rude to leave it up and get people like me all worked up for nothing.
Then the unexpected happened. As I was looking around Craig's list in one last desperate attempt to find that ever elusive Jersey cow, a new ad popped up. In fact, it had just been posted a few minutes prior to me stumbling upon it.
And that my friends, is how God works.
Meet Waltzing Matilda Mook.
|Very stylish farmgirl in p.j.'s and muddy barn boots with Tilly who doesn't seem to care what a farmgirl wears.|
Tilly-mook, for short, is a 14 month old, registered 3/4 Jersey, 1/4 Angus heifer who came from an organic dairy farm. She may or may not be bred.
By this guy.
He is very protective of his women and was a little concerned that we were taking what appeared to be one of his favorites.
He was scary.
After a couple of days alone, we finally introduced Tilly to her new family.
They were not as excited about the newcomer as we were.
|At almost 2, Angus still hides behind his momma!|
After a little sniffing and circling, they accepted her into the herd.
And after copious amounts of hay, Tilly-mook accepted them right back.
My father-in-law asked me how I liked my new cow. I replied with, "She's so cute!" He asked, "How can a cow be cute?"
You tell me.
This appears to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Even if it was 14 years in the making.
This post is linked to The Homestead Barn Hop.