This is the youngest calf we have on the place right now. He's a little bull calf. And he looks pretty cute. The husband just loves him. Well, I on the other hand, am not quite as fond. I told the hubby this little man is pretty wild. Every evening when I feed, he runs crazy. You'd think after awhile of doing the same routine, he would simmer down. But nope, we go thru the same ordeal every night.
Sunday we sorted our bull calves and heifer calves. Of course, this little man and his mother were in the mix. His mom, Mudpie, knew to go on out when we gave her an opening but this little fella only saw mass pandemonium! I was in the pen with him and the other calves while the husband worked the gate. First, the idiot ran straight into the panels sticking his head thru and proceeded with a walleyed fit. Then he decided to come after me, not once but twice. The little turd. The husband said he was actually worried about me one of the times. Isn't that sweet. But I used my best shake and bake moves to get out of the way! We finally managed to get him out of the pen and into the pasture.
Doesn't he look like he has a bit of an attitude?