Delia and Baby, our cows, have been up on a section of the hill grazing for a couple of months now, but we could see them most days as we passed along the road. At the beginning of the week, however, we noticed they were not around. No worries, to begin with, as just over that dip behind the trees, there is a small lochan where they go to drink, but a couple of days passed and there was no sign of the girls.
On Wedensday, while I was up to my eyes in pie crust, and errant piglets, John decided to take a walk up the hill and check on them. He covered the hill, but couldn't see any signs.
He noticed that Flossie and her calf, who had been their companions on the hill, had been brought down and were in a field near the house. Off John went to see if our two had come back down with them. He returned a couple of hours later and announced that our cows had found God!
Still thinking about our poor Robbie, my heart sank, as I imagined some tragic end for Delia and her daughter, but thankfully - all is well.
They had wandered through a gap in the fence which led to the garden of the old Free Church Manse, and couldn't get back out. They were just hidden enough that we couldn't see them, but as we climbed up the steep path, they came over to greet us very happily.
They are looking in great condition - Delia has lost a wee bit of weight, which is what we had hoped would happen.
They were very pleased to see James, anyway.
Now they are back grazing on the heather covered hillside for another week or so. We will bring them down to the croft when our visitors are here - and then Baby will be going to a very special place, for a secret rendezvous ♥♥♥!!!
