The morning was early, and slightly misty. I found Google Mama wandering in a secluded manzanita grove. She was moaning quietly, very focussed, laying down, standing up, pacing. The calf we’d been waiting for, her fourth, was nearly here.
With one important chore still to do, I looked her in the eyes, and whispered, “I’ll be right back, Google. If you want me sooner, just let me know. I’ll come!” Continue reading