What else is there to do for the evening after edu-taining children all day? Why, chase a calf, of course!

So, today’s calf-tastrophe started earlier this afternoon when I got a message from a friend saying we have a calf out by the bridge on ZZ. I messaged back and said, “Yeah, that guy gets out all the time, it’ll find its way back in. Thanks for the heads up”, and left it at that. We’ve gotten messages pretty much every day about the little booger so it’s like whatever.

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Charlotte and I noticed a new calf in the corner of the pasture as we came down the driveway from domestic shopping Sunday morning. I hopped out of the car to check on it and of course, I spooked it, so it slipped under the fence and took off up the hill. I figured Momma would call it back down and didn’t mess with it, plus I had to get to church to work at our ice cream social.
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You know that scene in “A Christmas Story” when Ralphie opens his window on Christmas morning and he’s all, “Wow! Wake up, Randy!” and there’s fun little bells ringing/jingling in the background as he marvels at the beautiful winter scenery?
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So I’ve decided to name the calf tagged #1 “Janice” and here’s why…..

Janice needs to go to the vet because she has a bad foot and isn’t putting any weight on it. We’re pretty sure she got hurt when everyone was sliding up and down the “Grand Canyon” embankment from the cow-tastrophy we had on Sunday.

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The kids and I were sitting in the living room drying off the sweet little kittens because it had been raining all morning so they were wet. It was great, they’re so stinkin’ cute! They got all fluffy and stuff! Anyway, Kopp calls on the home line which is never good. He’s got the mule and is at church getting ready for our church picnic tomorrow, and says Monica had called him to let us know that we had some cows out on top of the hill (Monica is our mail carrier and she’s amazing…..looks out for everyone on her route and brings Casey a cookie every Wed!).
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So, we had some cow-ventures today. What should have been about a 2 hour feeding chore ended up taking over 5 hours, but, what the hell, it’s how we roll.

When Kopp first asked me this morning to help him my first response was to piss off because he’s been a very grouchy patient these last 2+ days (Christmas plague, which I had first but powered through) so I explained that grouchy people don’t usually get help. I made him beg for a while as he professed his profound apologies and basic butt-kissery and finally decided he repented enough and bundled up to brave the arctic temperatures to help feed.
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