RIP baby calf

Today when I got home from class, I sat outside with the family doing laundry and eating mangos. Then, I look toward the gate to see Mama wheeling the wheel barrel toward the cow pen. she called Sara and me over to watch... And low and behold one of the baby cows died. Mama dragged the baby cow onto the barrel and instructed me to begin wheeling it down the dirt road. With no shoes on, I began wheeling the dead baby cow away toward the bush. After a very long walk in the sun, mama took over and discarded the cow in a small ditch in the middle of no where. We offered to make a little funeral but they just laughed. Oh well, its Just another day in the life of a Welverdind villager.