But for every true tale about being chased by a crazy bovine, or having a black widow on my neck, or helping the vet put a cow's uterus back in during a rain storm, there's a quiet story about a small life that never gets told.
This e-mail from my friend Jackie came Tuesday, and I hurried to ask permission to share it on Fooleryland. Jackie is my friend Gubby's mom, and she somewhat recently signed up for a life of animal husbandry when she married Harvey, a retired dairyman and all-around Good Guy. Here is Jackie's story, and the photos are hers as well.
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My own mother had to bottle feed "eggnog milkshakes" to shaky baby calves many times. Usually it's enough to sustain them until they're sufficiently strong, and learn to drink from a bucket. But Jackie is right: if little Miss Mendocino makes it, Jackie and Harvey are in for lots of feedings ahead. I'll keep you posted.
Thanks Jackie and Harvey, and I hope your neighborhood association at the coast doesn't mind a little calf bawling. TAKE PHOTOS!