In villages of Bangladesh, rice field, which was all green, are becoming brown. I feel calm watching it, which spreads out wider and moves in the wind, if I was in the ocean. Kub shundol (= very beautiful)!
Bengali often ask me " Does a rice plant grow in Japan, too?". I say "Yes", but I cannot continue the conversation after that because a packed rice in a supermarket is more familiar to me than a rice in a field...
だから、こんなに近くで稲を見るのは初体験。。。 So, it is a new experience to see a rice plant so close...
さっそく、刈り取ったイネを、初脱穀しちゃいました～♪ Immidiately, I tried to separate the rice from the straw♪
The mother cow seemed not to do it by itself, so village people made it lay, took ash on their hands not to slip, grasped the baby's legs which was coming outside a little, sought its head, pulled it... and the people encouraged the mother cow which looked painful. There is no change between human beings and animals which give birth to their baby at the risk of their life.
The mother cow immidiately went to its baby and licked it. The baby also stood up weekly and sought milk.