cbsweeney wrote: |
They followed her around all day! |
They know a friend when they see one! The little heifers remind of another time I got in minor trouble. I made “friends” with a small heifer (young cow but not considered a calf). We used to wrestle and he would try to butt me. We played all the time. Well, one day the one-eyed farm hand was carrying two pails of fresh milk down the barn. The heifer was tied up on the side with his glass eye. The hand walked a bit too close and didn’t see it coming. The heifer had enough leash to take him out. Boy, it was a while before I stopped hearing about that. |