She has earned the title.

I check the cows numerous times each day during calving season.

A few days ago I saw one of my favorite cows, Frostbite, off by herself.  That’s a sure sign that a calf has either arrived or is on the way.  As I approached her, it was obvious that she had delivered a calf… but no calf to be found.  The more I looked, the more puzzling it became.  All she wanted to do was sniff a small patch of dirt.  I decided to investigate more closely.

The patch of dirt turned out to be from a posthole that had been dug and then abandoned without filling it in.  As I looked into the hole, a small brown head looked back at me.  The calf had been cleaned by her mother and fallen backwards into the hole while nursing.  It was a good thing I found her or she would surely have died.  She was easy to extract from the hole, albeit a bit shaken from the whole experience.

She is now up and healthy, enjoying the sunshine today.

Post Hole might be my new favorite.

“It’s not about right or left, it’s about Right or Wrong.”

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