I should be selling cows, since Adam's two new horses arrive the first of next month. I certainly should not be buying anything. But when I see that my favorite calf-buyers have babies for sale I lose all common sense. Cliff doesn't even argue any more. I said, "I want one of those babies," and he said, "I'll call Tony and see if we can borrow his pickup."
"It's a shame," I told him, "that we have to borrow a vehicle to transport a tiny little calf. I wonder if we could put a calf hutch on the flat-bed trailer, secure it, and use that to haul a calf?"
"Well, we'll see," he answered, and proceeded to spend most of yesterday building a new, clean pen for a new, clean calf. I used quite a bit of elbow grease cleaning and sanitizing the two hutches, which were a mess because all the calves used them for shelter during our blizzards. Lots of poop on the walls. Anyhow, we got our trailer rigged, and it worked great.
I am taking name suggestions for this little girl. I'll let my readers suggest names, and later on I'll have you help me pick finalists. Then we'll have the final vote. I get lots of comments on Facebook, and that's fine if you want to leave your suggestion there. If you don't have Facebook and are one of the several folks who are unable to comment here, feel free to email me. My email address is on my profile.