Congratulations it's a boy

Congratulations it's a boy
The sun rises on another day Mirandilla. The trailer is full of antique pienso bags for animals. It's lunch time for 2 bullfights in preparation, novillada, without the picador and 30 heifers present in the closed surrounding the cortijo.

But if the day is already burning up and despite the early hour, the night we reserved a surprise. The "mansa" cow "non brava" Aubrac I think his condition, put down. This is the latest in the season. It has only a few hours. A colorado, fragile little redhead he walks nevertheless already well head and greedily udders of his mother. Javi has a childlike smile, and I remain in awe of the awakening life. But the campo has its rules, and here in Spain, we must tag the calves in the week following birth. Also, all opportunities are good and there it is. Mom hungry, and character, is rather greedy. But now, we forgot loops. Javi says "Catch it, goes with you into the trailer, it is back to the cortijo, and we will put it loops out there." With the tractor and the trailer it revolves around the mansa, I glue the trailer walk. The cow, already not very concentrated, do not watch his little, I start the hand. Instead of catching the tail, I pick up a handful of yellow shit veal. The cow looks at me questioningly, but not aggressive. Second test, I grabbed the tail, by lifting a rear axle and mug her front legs from below like a big dog. I hurry to get into the trailer, Javi starts with a bang (well as much as the ageless tractor permits), I fell backwards into the trailer and made the rest of the elongated trip, the little stuck on my chest. It's Abduction from the Seraglio. It does not feel bad. A mixture of straw smell, slightly curdled milk and honey. He breathes in my ear and does not move. Javi the loop, No. 9390, the last becerro guarisme 2012. "Congratulations, it's a boy" ... well this time. Like all cattle Mirandilla, it will name a Greek philosopher. I will think about it…. Meanwhile, closes his eyes and savored.