Unlike last year's bottle fed calf, this sweet little girl was friendly and sociable and playful. I knew I was in danger of becoming too attached and might wind up keeping her:
I advertised her for sale at a bargain price, but before I got even the first call, my neighbors stopped by, a nephew and uncle, and wanted her:
The little heifer was not too excited or fearful, but she did manage to get her front legs stuck over the folded seat. The uncle extricated her and then climbed in with her to keep her company on the short ride home:
They know she will be a freemartin (sterile) but love her anyway, planning to keep her as a pasture pet. That white bag behind her is the $70 bag of milk replacer which I included in the sale:
I advertised the bull calf also, and got a number of calls on him. Someone tried to buy him but we were unable to catch him. Despite his young age, he could already run like a deer. My fat cows surprised me with how fast they too could run:
Luckily, I'd put the caveat of "contingent on being able to catch him" in the ad. I had to turn down all the people who wanted him:
Of course now I may have to wait until autumn, when I can lure him into the barn. I'll have to charge more then, but whoever buys him won't have to bottle feed him:
So for now the little fellow is happy and free to run with the herd. Rosella, his mom, is an attentive mother and life is good for her little boy. I'm even more pleased that the heifer calf will have such a good life:
I walk out to the field to check on the herd now and then, and all seems well:
I haven't named the bull calf yet and may just leave that to whoever buys him:
He's having a happy childhood (calf-hood?). Some day he'll have to be sold, but for now he's a happy boy:
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