Fred’s Adventure

I’ve taken to calling the bucket calf, Fred. I don’t know why. Just seems to fit. When I go out with his bottle and go into the back of the shed where he’s been being kept, I holler at him, “Come on Fred.”

And he see’s me and here he comes to devour the bottle of milk replacer he gets 3 times a day.

Yesterday about noon, we left to go to town for my hearing appointment and just before we left I gave him a bottle and opened the shed door so he could go out into the corral and get some sunshine. Before bed last night I mixed him up a bottle and walked out into the shed, turned on the light and started calling to him, “Come here Fred. Come and get it.”

But no Fred.

He wouldn’t come.

There are no lights in the corral and it was dark and there is still enough mud and gunk I didn’t want to wander in the dark and find him so decided to heck with him. He’d be ready to come in the morning.

So this morning I warmed up his bottle from the night before, walked out and looked and there was no little black calf anywhere in or around the corrals. Hmmmm…..

I decided that he had either gotten scared by the dogs or something and went looking for me or milk or just on a grand adventure. He had stayed with his mother for about the first week or so of his life and it is amazing how a calf will always try and return to the last place he has suckled his mother, so on a hunch I got in Purple and drove out eat, looking all the time for a small black calf somewhere.

Off in the distance I could see the cow/calf pairs I hadn’t moved up the creek with the other pairs yet and I could see a black calf. Sure as heck when I got closer, there was Fred. None the worse for wear but pretty gaunt sided and I am sure wiser about cows who are not his mother!

I had brought the bottle of his milk with me and when he saw Purple he had looked at me and headed tentatively over towards me. I stopped, stepped out and started calling to him, “Come her Fred. Come get your bottle.”

When I got fairly close, her he came and boy can he suck a bottle when he is hungry! After he was done with it, I got him up close to the little Purple rig and grabbed him, stuffed him in the passenger side and shut the door. He walked up onto the seat with his front feet and as I drove back to the barn, he kept moving around. It was only his second ride in a vehicle after all and he was having a little trouble getting his “sea legs’.

When I got to the shed I pulled him out and put him back in the back end of the shed and he immediately wanted to suck another bottle.

What a grand adventure!

By the way, I can hear now. Real Well. Matter of fact all the way around town yesterday after getting one hearing aid and all the way home I had to keep reminding Cindy to quit screaming in my ear. Boy! Some people!

10 thoughts on “Fred’s Adventure

  1. Dad always liked to talk about the goat he and his brother had as kids. They got to playing toreador (Ole!) with it until their mother was outside hanging clothes wearing a blowing skirt. Mr. Goat lined up on her and POW!

    Needless to say, the goat was no longer a pet or allowed in the yard after that.

    1. Hahahahahahahahahaha! Funny how some innocent act by children can cause such major disruptions for adults! 😉

  2. Cindy’s going to have to be careful WHat she says now 😉 That would be a great idea…a childrens book……there’ll probably be more adventures as the summer goes on….maybe even a new mom.

  3. Good thing you can hear! I am sure Cindy will get her voice under control..we have the same issue here..and it is me hollering. Happy Easter belated..I liked your are blessed:)

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