It was the kind of hot that made me think
that if I leaned over and put my head close to the ground,
I might hear the grass screaming.
But that doesn't matter on a farm.
The sun is up,
there's work to be done.
As I braved the sun's fury
to see if the Farmer would be wanting lunch anytime soon,
I spotted Violet.
Then I remembered that the fresh group of calves
had arrived that morning.
She adores cows, for some reason.
I love the dog, the cats, the horse.
She loves the cows.
She's happy because they are very calm and used to people.
"Are you hungry for lunch?"
I ask from the other side of the electric fence.
She didn't seem to hear me.
"I am going to have so much fun with these calves,"
I head back inside the house
and prepare lunch anyhow,
hoping the rumbling they will feel in their bellies
will do a better job at rounding up the crew
than I did.