The lengths Kate and her husband went to accommodate “David’s” interest should gain them prominent portraits in the Parents Hall of Fame and prime seats in heaven.
David acquired two calves.
“About the size of large dogs,” Kate told me. “So, I thought we could just load them up in my SUV.”
Instantly, I understood this was not going to be good for the SUV.
Paraphrasing my joking comment to Kate, I said, “No, scat!”
“No! Scat!” she seriously volleyed back.
She placed a tarp in the back end of her vehicle, tying the legs of the calf to impede movement for the short drive from the selling farm to the calf’s new home.
They got the first calf loaded into the back of her vehicle and went to get the second.
In those few minutes, the first calf had broken its bindings and was roaming around the back end.
They tied both calves’ legs for the ride home. The animals evidently had taken lessons from Houdini. Their confinement did not last down Rosedale.
The family made the decision to change positions in the car. Kate thought she could sit in the middle seat and help David hold the tethers on the animals to keep them still.
The cows had a new idea.
First one, then the other tried to get friendly with Kate. Both calves fought to nuzzle her face.
I suspect this was not Kate’s favorite moment of that day.
Considering the other “presents” the animals left on the upholstery by the end of their ride home, cow-loving wasn’t the worst part of that day.
A few days later, a package of chicks arrived in the mail. I don’t think they will be cowed by them.
But I can’t wait for the stories.
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