viagra onlineidth=”300″ height=”225″ />Two days after Christmas Jeremy comes in after doing chores and says, “a heifer calved, can I bring it in here?” What can a person say? It was well below freezing and I knew the calf wouldn’t survive out in the weather. So he carried it in. We cleared a spot next to the woodstove on the tile. Got out a whole bunch of old blankets and towels. The mother had milk fever and we didn’t even know if she would survive. Not that she would have cleaned him off, dairy heifers have very little mothering instincts. So Jeremy came in with this black and white wet mess. After about 20 minutes of rubbing and drying he perked up and the kids wanted to name him. Paul picked Thomas (everything is named Thomas around here). Everything was going well until the calf decided it was time to stand and nearly fell into the woodstove. Jeremy then took him out to the garage. Where he stayed until a friend who bottle raises calves came to get him. Paul and Ruth were in bed so were very sad when Daddy told them he gave Thomas away.

I was relieved and left with a huge pile of

laundry and no bottle baby! But I admit he was sad and I knew having him around taught the kids some lessons many kids miss!