16th March , at our farm, our cow gave birth to a beautiful baby calf at 7 PM. Throughout the day, her behaviour had been unusual—she hadn’t eaten anything, almost as if she knew what was coming. As evening set in, about 60 people stood in the dinner queue beside the cowshed, unaware of the quiet miracle about to unfold. The cow stood still, waiting. Only after everyone had gone inside the hall did she lower herself into the birthing position.
Then, I noticed it—the water bag had emerged from her body. Within seconds, it broke, and just like that, a new life entered the world. It was my first time witnessing something so raw, so primal. As I watched, I felt myself transported, reliving my own birthing memories. But what struck me most was the solitude of it all.

The cow had no one around her, no comforting hands, no guidance—just her own instinct. She endured the entire process alone, trusting her body, trusting nature.

The newborn calf lay on the ground, fragile, tiny, covered in the sticky, red remnants of birth. For a moment, everything was still. And then, after 40 minutes, the mother began licking her baby, tenderly cleaning him, strengthening their bond in those intimate first moments. They remained close, their connection wordless yet profound. And then, as if reassured that her baby was safe, the cow slowly moved away to nibble on the grass nearby.

That’s when I stepped in. Gently, I reached down and held the baby’s face in my hands—feeling the warmth of new life, fresh, untouched, and full of wonder. Our eyes met and the exchange of gaze was so intense.
I was in awe. In awe of the trust, the instinct, the unshaken surrender to the natural flow of birth. No fear, no hesitation—just pure, primal wisdom in action.

As I held the baby calf in my hands, a wave of questions filled my mind.

• How did the mother know exactly what to do without any guidance? How did she trust the process so completely, without doubt or fear?
• Why do we, as humans, often seek so much assistance and reassurance in moments of transition, while nature moves through these animals with such quiet confidence?
• Watching this unassisted birth, I wondered—have we DRIFTED too far from our own instincts?
• Have we FORGOTTEN the wisdom that lies within us, the way this cow trusted her body, her timing, her process?
• In a world where we constantly seek control, could we learn something from this surrender?