Spring calves

We have a problem this year.  We have more customers already lined up than we will have calves.  That's a good problem.  But in hope, we have the first one born this year.  We named him King, just like his older brother, because he is destined for slaughter.  But, he sure is awful cute until then.

Betsy keeps him well hidden when he's asleep and she wants to go for a walk or something.  We have a hard time finding him sometimes.

 Hey dad.

 Hey son.  Fargo is the best bull in the world, and Betsy is the best mother.  Fargo really misses his boys when they leave, and plays with them when they're young.

 We bought a new cow-Pepper.  She came with lice, so she's being treated for that.  She's older, 10, but she's got the best disposition and is so sweet.  She should calve soon too from the looks of her.

 Here are the chicks we hatched for our neighbors that are pointless and rude.  Don't say come over any time if you don't mean it, and don't ask us to hatch you a bunch of chicks if you aren't going to get them.  Chicks anyone?