Sunday, March 11, 2018

Service Negotiations

Life is always forcing us to compromise.
                      Jawaharlal Nehru

With calving almost over, I have been able to linger longer in my kitchen in the mornings. This has not gone unnoticed by some.

Every morning all winter our cows had deliveries of fresh hay and bedding, no matter the weather. With spring within reach now, our cows have decided that they wanted room service earlier. If it did not turn up exactly when they wanted it, they came to the front desk.

The front desk would be where a sleepy-eyed farmer sat sipping her coffee. It was not the time to start her shift. 7 a.m. was when she would usually venture outside. After all, the sun would usually not be up and they should still be sleeping. The smoke from the chimney where the wood stove below took the early morning chill off drifted across my window and blocked the view. The cows still mooed. 

The sun has been rising earlier as spring approaches. Only by a few minutes but that was all those cows needed to demand more. The fact that there were sprouts of green popping up everywhere in the puddles made early mornings more enticing. It was easier for them to roll out of bed, I suppose. You know that whole “The early bird gets the worm” thing?

Every morning brought a different view for me and for them. One day it was brown grass with shoots of green. Another day, there would be rain and huge mud holes where dirty face cows had been obviously playing in the puddles. The big shocker for me and I have no doubt them was those snowy mornings. That still did not stop them from coming up and to look for shoots of green under the layer of white.

Since the cows would stand in the barnyard and watch me I have been giving into their demands. I have started to venture out about fifteen minutes earlier. We would all stand in the barnyard and I would listen to their demands. I would listen but told them they would have to have a bit of patience. I will not go out and just give them everything they want without getting something in return.

Well, they thought about it for a few minutes. Then their negotiator decided that those fifteen minutes that I have been giving up every morning would be good enough. That way they could hunt for those juicy new sprouts and I would get at least one whole cup of coffee down.

How could I say no? I think everyone wins.