To the Editor,

It was about 1938 on a small farm in England. Veterinarian James Harriot was called by a elderly farmer to come look at his elderly cow Blossom. This was the third time another cow sometime in the night had stepped on Blossom’s teats and cut her.

Mr. Dakin barely made a living from six milk cows, a few calves, pigs, and hens. He decided he must send Blossom to Fatstock Market. The very day Mr. Dodson came for Blossom, James was there again working on another cow.

As Mr. Dodson was moving Blossom out of her stall, he poked at her with a stick. Mr. Dakin said to stop it. Just tell her and point. James and Mr. Dakin watched Blossom walking toward the main road until out of sight. Later they heard “clip-clop.”

It was Blossom. She came into the barn and her stall, looked at the empty hay rack, then Mr. Dakin. She had slipped out of the crowd of animals walking to the market, and had come home. Mr. Dakin decided to move here to the old stall where the calves were. She would be safe there.

James said she could “pay her way” by feeding the calves, but Mr. Dakin said Blossom owed him nothing. What mattered was, she’s come home. “Trust in God and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.” Psalm 37:3.

Mary C. Albertson

Albany, Kentucky