We have two little "bucket" calves - so called because most dairy farmers put them on a bucket for their milk soon after they are born so the mamas can get back in the milking rotation. We bought a couple a few weeks ago to raise for ... uh, spoiler alert ... just think about where your latest hamburger came from as I move on.
One common problem for these little guys is called "scours" which is the cow form of diarrhea as they try to get used to different milk etc. Both of ours have had their share of this little problem. If you can imagine life without toilet paper ... sorry.
Anyway they needed to be cleaned up. So Annie, my daughter, got to hold the front end of each little guy while I went to work on the back end with some warm soapy water, a soft brush and a curry comb. 20 minutes or so later; clean as a whistle. Them, not us. Both of us started to smell slightly like, well, cow's behinds.
"Well life on the farm is kind of laid back, ain't much an ole country boy like me can't hack."
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i'm not terribly sorry i missed this.
funny, though.
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