[  Mood: Amused ]
So, I’m doing chores tonight, scooping ground corn into pails to feed the cattle. I’ve got the sliding door open, and Madeline, wifey’s bottle baby, is sticking her head thru and greedily licking the floor clean as far as she can reach. I’m around the corner, and all of a sudden, I hear the dulcet tones of huge bodies being banged up against the wooden wall. Somebody bigger than Madeline want’s that choice spot.

Imagine my surprise when I come back out, and Maddy is still there, very, very busy. That other cow may have been bigger, but Maddy was greedier.

So I’m walking up and down the feed bunks, spreading corn out so the cows can eat, when I turn around, and Maddy, who has left the open door, has her head up to her ears buried in the bucket. Have you ever tried to get an 800 lb. cow’s head out of bucket when she doesn’t want it out??

That’s my life every day.

There’s a new rule in the Sackett household. Bottle babies no longer get fed grain out of a bucket.