Let us celebrate
The glamour girls..
topgirl always on the lookout for extras
Holly..independent, moving like a dancer: baby Claira..sweet- natured and inquisitive
Finally, big and easy and affectionate..the star of the show:
..have all left home!!
.. they came to the gate
heads up for the next event –
something familiar –
and then we reverse the wagon up to the holding pen
lower the ramp (a steep 30 degree slope)
We close the girls into the holding pen
gradually reducing the space,
pushing them toward the gaping box wagon
portal to their future life.
They have never been in this situation
never left the farm
and suddenly they start behaving untypically
jabbing and clashing with their horns…
barging each other and the metal barriers
seeking an opening..
anything but the yawning rectangle
at the top of the steep steel ramp.
..and these are my sweet girls!!
So I go in the pen with them, and
one by one
slip a rope halter over their heads
to coax them into the box,
with Graeme, the buyer, leaning on their rears,
little Claira first,
then Holly, Eleanor
and, finally, older and recalcitrant,
..once inside they quieten, taking stock..
Graeme closes the gate
with me inside,
breathing the atmospheric apprehension,
as I gently untie and remove the rope from their heads,
while they jostle to identify the confines of this new world,
trusting from my presence that something at the core is steady.
…and something of my care rubs off on their sweating flanks
like a clear gelatinous film
a tiny extrusion from my emotional life that they carry with them
as the old float rattles off down the road.
They will be together..
but no longer a part of my day..
They have been a delight –
the Glamour Girls –