Originally a city girl, Lyn Johnson wondered if she was cut out to be a farmers wife but a pair of yellow gloves changed everything.
LYN JOHNSON: They say the eyes are the windows of the soul. Well, that didn't apply to the cow that dashed past me and out into the paddock, much to the frustration of new hubby, Rob. Married just a few months, this city girl was real scared of those huge, lumbering bovines.
Look at its eyes, entreated Rob. I did. They were big and dark, with lovely long eyelashes, and that cow dashed past me, too. Rob was trying to convey to me that by looking at the cow's eyes, you could anticipate its movements, that you had to make loud noises, jump up and down, fling your arms around, and block the animal so it didn't get past you and escape into the paddock.
All this was second nature to Rob, born and bred to the farm. But this new chum had lots to learn when she married her farmer. Was I really cut out for this farming life? I wondered. But I had never seen a calf born.
One morning came the urgent shout, quick! Come to the dairy! Brownie needs help calving!
I rushed up, only to be confronted with a gory mist. I nearly pooped on the spot. Hold Brownie's tail for me while I help pull the calf out, says Rob. I couldn't even look, let alone touch the animal. And I kept thinking, if only I had gloves on.
We lost the calf. Brownie recovered. I felt a failure and wondered again if I was really cut out for this farming life. But a pair of yellow gloves changed all that.