Believe it or not, we are getting ready to celebrate the third birthday of our little cowgirl. What a life this girl has growing up on a Colorado dude ranch; she gets horses, cows, chickens, ducks, and dogs, room to run and grow, and extended family close to teach her and love her.
She has taken to the life beautifully. She loves the horses–Patches, Bobby Sox and Apple are her favorites; she hollers and blows her whistle at the deer and elk milling in the sagebrush just off our deck (“HEEEEEEYYYYY YOOOOUUUU ELKKKK GEEETT OUUTTA HEEEERE!), and she watches the birds at the feeders with her “noculars”.
This week, she’s been able to help grandma, “Nee-Nee”, with a calf that needs bottle fed.
Here is the mamma cow. She has mastitis and isn’t producing enough milk for her calf.
So, the calf is fed formula from a bottle. It’s just like baby formula, except it comes in a dog-food sized bag and you mix it with water in a monster sized bottle.
And then you just lug the giant bottle. . .
Over the the calf . . .
and then the calf knows what to do from there.