Last night, my dad and brothers picked up a Brown Swiss calf from our dairy farmer friends the Page family. Mom and I spent this morning trying to teach him how to drink from a pail. He’s not quite gotten it yet, but he was certainly hungry. He’ll spend the next few months of his life as the star attracation while kids eat their ice cream at Rose Orchards. He doesn’t have a name yet, but I like Bruno, Ferdinand, or Peanutbutter. Any ideas?
My brother Jonathan bringing the calf home. Jon says since he paid for him, he gets to name him.
Duke and Eddie checking out their new friend.
Mom feeding the calf.
Me feeding the calf.
The calf has almost figured it out…
But then he forgot.
