Forget about Part II….

I know, I know, I promised Part Two to a previous post, but today has just been such an awesome day, I have to change my topic.

On a previous post I talked about Hairy Joey, our heifer that was due to have a baby. We named her Joey because she was born on our son Joey’s birthday. In my post, I referred to the animal as Hairy Joey, to prevent confusion.

Well, Hairy Joey had her calf this morning, just before 5 a.m. She’s a cutey.

I found her in the maternity area. I flagged Steve down as he drove past the barn in the skid loader, and he helped me get her into the warming box in another room.

I was so excited, I sent Joey a text message exclaiming the good news. Of course, I apologized for waking him up. (During a phone call later, he confessed that it didn’t wake him at all, but it was fun to get such good news right away in the morning.)

Both of our boys own a few cows. They have for years. I recall when Russell was in middle school, more than six-years-ago now, his Jersey cow Speedy had a calf during the school day. I was so excited I drove all the way to town to share the news with him and his classmates. All the boys and girls cheered. If I could have, I would have brought that calf to school with me.

We’ve done that too. Everyone gets a kick out of that! It’s more fun for Joey or Russell to bring a calf to school than for Mary to bring a little lamb.

During milking, Zach, Steve and I were trying to come up with a name that we loved that started with the letters J and O.

The only thing I came up with was Jorge. (Sure wish I knew how to add that little mark above the E in Jorge.) Well, we all started calling her that. When I asked Joey to come up with a real name, he thought Jorge was just fine.

I was in charge of getting her fed and she drank like a champ! She’s sharing the box with a boy calf. He’s not as smart as Jorge.

I climbed right into the warming box with Jorge and the other calf and we chatted and got to know each other rather well.

Did you know that when a calf slips off the nipple of the bottle it sprays milk everywhere. You can get the idea by thinking of slinging food off a spoon at the person across the table from you. (We’ve never done that at our house. Wink. Wink.)

When that nice, thick colostrum dries on a person’s face it feels like a face mask. Feeding calves is a messy job; especially when everyone is crammed into a small box.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Here she is getting her first breakfast from a bottle!


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