So you never had a cow in the house???

We had a spring storm this weekend. It brought back memories of my childhood when spring storms meant providing special care for the livestock. I remember going to Grandmas house in March with the promise of a great surprise. When we'd get there, we'd have to be very quiet as we approached the living room. What I'd see was a baby calf sleeping on the rug in front of the oil burning stove. It was our own baby animal hospital "quiet zone". We had to be very careful not to spook the calf, but we could pet him very gently. Their hair felt so soft and the nose was so clean and pink. They didn't stink like the big cows. When he was sufficiently warmed up, he would be able to go back to the barn to the Mama cow. We thought all of the calves eventually went back to their Mamas, but I bet that wasn't always true. That experience was great for a child. I wish all of you had had that opportunity. When you gripe about the bad snowstorms in the Spring, be glad you aren't a cow.