It’s Valentine’s Day!
I was up before the sun to feed my present(s). And as I sit here now, the slow, calm pace I bragged about yesterday is broken with continual noise coming from outside.
It all started yesterday afternoon when Matt called to tell me he had bought three bottle calves. Then he said, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Now, I have never had a romantic personality and we don’t really care about spending money on each other just because the calendar says it’s the day to do so. With all that being said, I actually think Matt’s “present” fits us!
But when he brought them home yesterday and told me to prepare the bottles, etc., and he would help me feed them I got a rude awakening. The three cute, little deer-like calves are the most buck wild creatures I’ve ever been around.
Matt said he would feed two while I fed the other. Mine (the most aggressive, of course) drained his bottle in two seconds flat. He then immediately started to butt me trying to get more where no more existed. His aggression and frustration caught me a little off guard, so I ran. And screamed. He chased. Every few feet or so he would catch up to me, ram me in the rear and BITE me! So I screamed some more. Then I fell.
When I was finally able to kick the wild beast away long enough to become vertical again, I ran over to Matt, who gave me one of the bottles to feed what I thought was a gentler creature. Boy was I wrong! Besides the first ram-rod (who was STILL attacking me) I now had to wrangle a second, who was nearly as wild-natured as the first!
It took too long to feed them. And Matt and I left the pen exhausted. Matt from laughing. Me from being molested.
Happy Valentine’s Day to me!
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My name is Ginia Oehlschlager and I'm a small-town gal from Missouri. Join me as I document my crazy life on the farm with my husband and four kids. I'm always looking for frugal, simple ways to live the life God set before me. Where faith, family and fun come together on the farm.