Our lil’ cowgirls were fresh from their Sunday morning baths today as we visited with our GriggsDakota family. But as fresh and clean as they were, the only place they wanted to go was the barn. All they could think about was getting to the barn with Uncle Jim to bottle feed the calves they have known since early this past Spring.
Bottles in tow, Miss E followed Uncle Jim.
Miss A held onto her Daddy’s hand and followed.
The journey for the girls to find their inner cowgirl started earlier this year when Uncle Jim, Auntie Kirsti and I brought them into the calving barn.
Their love for cows didn’t start on that day. They were nervous. There were tears.
But it was my Uncle Jim and Grandpa that taught me about cows when I was our girls’ age.
The girls named a bottle calf, “Buck” and soon there was another “Red Bear” that joined him. Miss E took right to the bottle feeding anytime she has visited Uncle Jim since early this past Spring.
By early Summer, Miss A stood right alongside her older sister.
The inner mama cowgirl in me beamed when I saw how the girls have taken to the calves.
Today they bravely walked right into the barn and got right to work, with plenty of supervision from Uncle Jim.
Miss E fed Red Bear. Miss A fed Buck.
My husband wasn’t raised with livestock but I have insisted that our girls will be showing cattle in our local county fair if they are interested and want to in the future. He hasn’t been too fond of the idea. But he watched our girls bottle feed today alongside Uncle Jim and me.
To see the fondness the girls have for the two bull calves just may have planted the seed I have been looking for because Daddy’s eyes were sparkling as our girls bottle fed.
Time will tell. But one thing is for sure…
we have cowgirls.