Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the
morning.
—Psalm 30:5b
“What’s that?” I wondered out loud. I turned down the
volume on the TV so I could hear what was going on outside. “Cows mooing at 8
PM?” I was puzzled, for cows rarely moo at night. I shrugged and turned my
attention back to the TV.
“What’s that?” I rolled over to see the clock. “Cows
mooing at 2 AM? That’s really strange,” I thought. Too tired to investigate, I
pulled up the covers and went back to sleep.
At 6 AM I blinked my eyes open and stumbled to the coffee
pot. I placed the steaming cup on the table and picked up a book. But I couldn’t
concentrate on reading because of the cow moo-athon. “What is
going on?” Hesitating no longer, I picked up my phone and texted my farmer
brother.
His response explained it, “We just weaned some calves.”
“They sure don’t like it!” I texted back.
