Footsteps in Sand

                                    Dude

It all started when Eric got in a homesteading mood. He decided to buy a calf. So Eric, Dad, and I drove up to Wisconsin - sadly not to visit Mars Cheese Castle. At the time, we had a white pickup truck and a van that didn't work, and a Oldsmobile that didn't work, so we put a medium dog cage in the back of the truck.

  After a couple of hours, and a stop at Burger King, and some wrong turns, we arrived at the farm where the cow was raised. With some difficulty we got the cow into the dog cage. He could hardly stand up, but it would keep him safe. On the way back home, we bought a milk bottle and some cow starter(powdered milk formula). When we first got him, he used to like to suck our on our whole hand. Eric named him Dude.

Dude is five feet tall now, and weighs about 750 pounds. He is a pain in the neck to take care of. He is a Jersey and we are going to butcher him in the spring.Yay! Yum, yum. We'll  sell half of the meat and keep the rest for ourservels. Wow, that's a lot of meat!

Today, Dude got out of his cage and was running in the field, so I caught him, and fed the animals. He wasn't that bad, he just wanted to play.

Now I am going to watch "The Young Black Stallion." Well, it's snowing outside.

God bless 

*~Anna~*