Note to self on raising calves

When entering the calf pen, do not wear flip flops, even if you imagine only a brief sojourn therein.  Five calves will assume you are the bearer of everything good, and will come thundering happily over and proceed to trample your delicate little tootsies in search of their bottles.  And skin will be lost and pain will be felt– yes, even though the little ones dancing on you are only 50-pound babies.   Also, their feet will be dirty.  And your husband will come in and chuckle at his city-girl wife, and he will tell you that James Herriot would be laughing even more.   And then you will go inside and wash your scuffed-up feet.  And your lesson will be learned.

Good thing they’re cute.

You want me to go where?

  She's pleased that the calf halter matches her nail polish

Stubborn one


  1. I had a similar “lesson” this week. May your feet heal quickly.

  2. Patricia says:

    They ARE strong. When I was a girl, I remember feeding two calves at once by holding buckets of milk over the fence. The bottles are a definite improvement! You may be in need of healing pedicure!

  3. I’m totally a city girl, but I’ve read enough of Mr Herriot that I was wincing before even finishing the first sentence. Hope you heal quickly! Ouch.

  4. They do like that smelly milk don’t they? Have your kids let them suck on their hands yet? I remember doing that as a kid, kind of gross, but the power of it is cool too. That suck is so strong.

    Hope your feet heal quickly.


  5. Lea Stormhammer says:

    oh my! You brought back memories of my summers on my grandparent’s farm when I was growing up – thank you!

    And, boy, does that last photo look look like one grumpy animal…

    Thanks for sharing,

  6. I have to admit that I know exactly what THAT feels like!

  7. We’ve moved twice in the last 5 months. I have missed your happy words! And recipes! And budget saving advice! So glad to finally be catching up on, ummm, 8+ months of reading!