New life at Wine Glass

On the outskirts of the herd we came upon a cow fretfully pacing the perimeter of her motionless calf. Born only days ago, the life of this helpless creature was a short one. The mother’s wide, panicked eyes stay with me even weeks later, her growing anxiety piercing the otherwise silent  prairie.

As humans we tend to sweep our mortality into the dusty, unused corners of our minds, avoiding the confrontation, never letting it get above a whisper.  Here on the ranch, we are reminded of our origins, where the thread between life and death twists and frays. Despite our absurd denials, the truth is, we are all animals, woven together in the beauty of an inescapable pattern.