A Calf Born in Winter
Reflecting on death, growing up, and my grandfather’s farm
16 min readMay 3, 2021
The Cows
The calf was born in winter. My grandfather’s neighbour, Alan, had interrupted our dinner and ushered us into this drafty corner of his barn, following the irritated mooing of a mother cow in the throes of labour. We shivered under ill-fitting winter jackets, watching through clouds of our…