Baby Calves

I have fond memories of going to calving season when I was a little girl. Mom would bundle me up in coveralls, scarfs, hats, gloves, boots, and more before she'd let me out the door. Dad would take me into the calving barn, always on guard to make sure we didn't disturb the new moms and her babies. I even vividly remember getting to "help" pull a few calves, although dad would make me stand outside the barn during the procedure. Nevertheless I felt a part of the action. Now, twenty-some years later it's all coming back to me. Bundling Hattie up for her first escapade to the calving barn, scolding her dad to be careful and extra protective, and then laughing as he sets her on a baby calf in attempt to give Hattie a ride.

We love our little farm girl.

Riding the baby calf.

Petting the baby calf.

 Our little farm girl.