As we were getting ready to leave the house, I asked Cliff what he thought about taking Gabe. He suggested I take a leash for when we got there to our destination. Gabe gladly jumped in the car and seemed to enjoy the ride. The wind was awful yesterday, by the way, to the extent that Cliff had trouble keeping the car where it belonged. When we got to the dairy, I chose my two calves, we paid for them, loaded them, and headed home.
On the way back, Gabe was on my lap doing well until we were almost home and he began retching. Oh boy! Knowing what was coming, I held him with his head in the middle of my lap and watched him puke up his noon meal, making a sizable pile. At least my new winter coat is quite voluminous. I folded some of it over the pile of puke, and when we got home, I took off the coat, shaking the puke off on the ground. When the calves were unloaded the coat was tossed in the washing machine. I had planned on being able to take Gabe on short trips with us eventually; let's home he outgrows the carsickness.
This morning the freshly washed coat got so much milk replacer dripped down it from my teaching the calves to suck a bottle, I had to wash it again. More about the coat later.
|Gabe at work keeping the calf pen clean|
Now, about the coat. Back when we walked in cold weather, I bought a marked-down coat online from Target for under $30. It was called a "puffer coat" and was one of the warmest coats I ever owned. It replaced Carhartt coveralls as my cold-weather protection when doing chores or going for walks. It finally wore out last winter and was thrown away. Since we're not taking walks any more, and don't have a lot of chores, there was no need to replace it.
However, after Gabe came to live here, I was spending quite a bit of time taking him out. Then we started talking about getting a couple more bottle calves. Feeding calves can be pretty cold business in January. I searched online and finally found just the coat. It's hideous, but it's even warmer than my old one was. It reaches to my ankles. I absolutely love it. Since I never claimed to be fashionable, you get to see how I look in my big, roomy, warm-as-toast coat. It won't be leaving the property for the most part, because it's my at-home chore coat. And hey, the Muck boots match it.
Apparently Cliff's going to leave his retirement banner (on the wall above me) hanging in the shop forever.
The dog needs a bath, so I'm off.