Sometimes life in the countryside is not as happy as when a newborn calf is there waiting for you in the box with its mommy.
Last Sunday was a great day, I went along to bring bales to a customer and on the way back I was in the back of the open trailer. It was great, looking around at all the countryside still snowy but on a sunny and warm day. I counted 11 butterflies of at least 4 different species, the first bumblebee of the season literally bumped into me, a gentle breeze on my face and the land and woodlands with the wet crisp smell of Spring flowing around me. I felt, and I am sure I did look like a toddler happy for something.
Then I got the chance to ride a horse. A very good friend and rider was around and she volunteered to supervise me so SK allowed me to ride Lurtti. Lurtti is the sweetest and calmest of the horses I have ever met. It is also heavily pregnant, a thing that make it even less dangerous. Lurtti was not very happy we decided to take her for a spin, but it complied and did everything I was asking her despite I am confident in saying I had no clues of what to do precisely. It reminded me of how good I was when I went to a month of Argentinian tango lessons, and well you don’t know me personally but I can assure you it wasn’t strictly come dancing if you get what I mean.
In addition, the evening was so nice that I had the chance to go and get some photos by the lake before going for the traditional pike dinner as AK’s father fished a 3.5kg one for the first time this year.
The countryside can be heaven on hearth but as I was saying in the start is not always roses, spectacular sunrises and magnificent sunsets. Today it was raining here in Orimattila, pretty much the all day. Few hours ago when I went to get the horses for the overnight stay at the bed and breakfast, the intern looked at me and while I was telling her to take Kake while I was taking Luikku in she said: “yes I will take him, he is going tomorrow“. A heavy sadness came upon me. You cannot know this but what she meant is that Kake will be put down tomorrow. I knew it had a bad foot for some days and that SK was pondering on when to send him away so it should not have got me by surprise but it did.
I know Kake is not a human being and being a farm animal is even more subject to the hard law of usefulness so to say, yet it hurts a little. I will write soon about the reality of leaving and working in a farm as my time here is coming to an end, but for now I just wanted to mention Kake and do it with his full real name Kraftkeiser, a great horse, a good animal and despite not being the easiest of the horses I care for, a very good and lovely friend. Apples, carrots and stale bread are on their way as special dessert for my favourite of the horses.