Saturday, July 2, 2011
When I got home from the grocery store tonight I spotted my neighbor in his driveway and ran over to talk to him real quick. I'd been meaning to talk to him about the land we lease from him for hunting. As I got closer I noticed he had something in his cattle trailer. All I could see was this black, furry, little thing wiggling around in there. "What do you have in there?" I called to him. Turns out this little calf's mama was found dead that afternoon. So my neighbor and his friend brought him home and were bottle feeding him in his driveway. "Wait a second, I have to go get my kids and my camera," I hollered to him as I ran off. As I ran home to get my kids, I had a chuckle to myself about the fact that I live in a place where my neighbor randomly has a calf in his driveway that he's bottle feeding. (And my neighbor probably laughs that he has a neighbor who has to run and get her camera when she sees a calf!) I grew up in the city and never had these country life experiences. And now as an adult, my life is pretty much straight out of a country music song. You pick the song, I'm livin' it. I love it and wouldn't change it for the world. You can bet you'll be seeing more pictures of this cute little guy in the days to come.