Under the Hawthorn Tree
“WHAT IS IT? Where are we going?’ she shouted. He turned back and signalled her to be quiet. Within a minute he had led her to the ditch where the cow stood, still trapped.Eily looked puzzled. Surely he wasn’t going to try and kill the cow. She patted her on the rump. The cow looked around balefully, her liquid brown eyes soft and gentle but yet afraid.‘Keep a look-out for a minute,’ urged Michael.She let her eyes roam around but couldn’t see anything move.‘What are you going to do?’ she hissed. ‘I’m going to bleed her,’ he replied.‘What?’ said Eily. ‘But you don’t know how to, Michael.’‘I heard Father tell us stories often enough about times before the potatoes failed and he and his father bled the landlord’s cattle. Come here and give me a hand.’He was patting the cow on the neck and rubbing his hand down her front and side to find a vein. His father had told him that if you hit the main vein by mistake, the animal would bleed to death in a few minutes.
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