Calf and Legos

The new calf was born, and is about half a week old, and darned cute. He didn't know how to suck (I'm sure he's gotten it by now), and looked ridiculous with his large tongue hanging out, gulping milk from the bottle. He was born after the all-day dairy day (say that 5 times fast), the warm day of hand milking when the pump broke, in the late evening. Debbie told me they couldn't find the calf in the dark -- Willamette had gone against the fence and dropped her calf (he doesn't have a name yet) on the other side of the fence. There's a slope there, too. Apparantly he got up and walked off. He's a strong little bugger. He needs a name that begins with a "P," and is a villain or superhero. "Pluto" is one suggestion. Hopefully someday, if we're lucky and he isn't, we'll eat him. I kind of like the idea of eating Pluto... (it's a planet, not an asteroid. I don't care if I'm wrong).

Speaking of cute young things, I hear the patter of small feet upstairs. Zadek, our three and a half year old. I hope he comes downstairs soon, and, yup, there he is!! He likes the lego tower on wheels with the propeller on top that's on the table, and we're both wondering what it is. He would like it to be able to fly. His poppa made it.

okey dokey artichokey,
much love,
Kelpie