Driven a vehicle with a baby calf in the back seat?
Me neither...well, that is, not until yesterday. Yesterday, when my husband wrangled the 80 pound darling into the cab of his (almost) brand new pick up truck.
To be honest, I'm not sure how he allowed it...NO WAY would I have allowed it in my van, and my van isn't anywhere near new (or nearly as clean) as his truck! And the STINK! Blech!
Anyway, everyone fared well...except for that one time, when I stopped a little too suddenly, and calfie got startled and my husband (who was holding her) took a hoof to his precious jewels.
But, we won't mention that one time. (Oops! Sorry hon!)
And now...the bottle feeding begins. We (and I use that term loosely, as in "we" minus "me"...) will likely keep her for a couple of months, then take her back to the Mr.'s brother's farm (which I'm not sure why she left in the first place, other than to provide our kids with a calf to feed) to rejoin the herd.
I am slightly concerned, however, about how we will transport her back to the farm. At the very least, it should be entertaining!! (And I wonder if my husband will wear a nut cup next time...) ;)