We bought three baby calves today. We bought them for steaks and hamburgers. They are going to live at Kay's farm. She doesn't trust us to raise them. Quite frankly, I don't trust us either. We will let her raise these ones and maybe the next ones we will be kept on our property. Sierra and Madison got to bottle feed them. I and the boys missed out on all the fun. We were waiting at home for Leslie to show up for her third discussion. She never did show up, but Ashton got in a long nap while the sister missionaries and I made smores in the oven. They were super yummy.
This is stormy. She has a name. She isn't a pet. However, look at those eyelashes. They don't belong on the same blog post as the word hamburger.
Here is Ashton running all over the world and trying to kill himself again.
Kay was describing the large quantities of poop that come out of these little calves while Sierra tried to process the information. What the??? Really??? Glad there hangin' here.
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