I had no idea what I had gotten myself into when I married my Dairy Man. Of course I knew I would love it, but I have found that I love some aspects of being his wife more than others.
I absolutely LOVE raising calves. I mean I would do anything for these little babies. I think about them when I’m not with them, I talk about them all the time, and I can’t wait to go down to the farm and spend more time with them. I am crazy about those little critters, but one especially.
Leonard (Lenny for short, and referred to me as “Lenny Benny Baby”), has stolen my heart from day one. He was born premature and couldn’t stand up for about a week. I would climb in his stall with him and hand feed him his bottle which led to an extreme attachment. He is so sweet and charming and I love spending time with him. Any spare moment during chores is spent giving hugs and scratches to my beloved Lenny.
The only bad thing about this situation is that Lenny is a boy. Dairy farmers make money from milk production and only girls produce milk. My Dairy Man only has enough room on the farm for girls (heifers), as milk production is their main enterprise. As a result, Lenny will leave the farm in about a week to be sold. He will get sold to a farm where raising boys (steers) for beef is their enterprise. I knew this day would come and I understand why we can’t keep him, but why did he have to grow up so fast?
I know he will have a great life with another farmer, but I sure will miss him!