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You might remember just over a month ago, we had two nervous and scared lil’ cowgirls visit the calving barn with Uncle Jim and me. But just look how far our lil’ cowgirls have come…in helping Uncle Jim feed a calf that needs bottle feeding.
Of the 100 plus calves that have been born so far in my uncle and grandpa’s cattle operation, this is the only calf that needs to be bottle fed. But it is because his mama didn’t take to him and actually she took on another calf. She got a little confused obviously. But thankfully Uncle Jim knows what needs to be done.
He feeds the calf and taught our girls just how that’s done.
Miss E decided his name is Buck.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
I hope our lil’ cowgirls remember these moments forever.
What’s a favorite childhood memory of yours?
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texwisgirl says
sweet little calf. glad he’s got such great caregivers. 🙂
Kristi {at} Live and Love...Out Loud says
What sweet photos! My favorite childhood memories involve the time we spent at the beach and the time I spent with my grandparents, just listening to them talk about how things were in old Hawaii.
Amy @ babybabylemon says
What adorable pictures! Looks like everybody had a good time.
jplovescotton.com says
Love the rain boots!
Barefoot Mahala says
my son loved looking at these pics. Thanks!
bobjenjack says
These are precious! 🙂 Looks like fun
dogsmom says
I am positive they will remember these days. When I was that young my uncle would take us into the barn at milking time and squirt milk at us direct from the udder.
They are getting to be skilled at that bottle feeding job.
bon bon says
adorable…
Roxane B. Salonen says
Katie,
My dad used to help on farms and this brought back such vivid memories of those days and helping with a certain calf we named mucus membrane because he always had a cold. 🙂 I also remember feeding baby lambs during years my dad worked for the county as an assessor. I’d get to come with if he knew in advance there were bum lambs to bottle feed. 🙂