It was a sunny day in January of 2016. I eagerly drug my good ole pal Ashley along on a muddy adventure. We were on a mission to change the course of my life. I had been dreaming about adorable little dairy calves for quite a while. I come from a dairy background, but while we do have milk cows, we don’t have dairy calves. So we set out to find me the most adorable one out there.
We began our journey by driving to meet Mrs. Dvorak, the teacher of agricultural endeavors at a nearby school, at a restaurant in a town not too far away from where we live. Upon our arrival, we climbed in with Mrs. Dvorak, and she drove us out of town, down a long country road until we at least reached our destination: her parents’ ranch. We climbed out into the sunshine and were met by a short, stout man with a friendly face and overalls. …show more content…
Gotschall’s milking barn and explored the fascinations which it held. Mr. Gotschall described to us his system for feeding and milking his cows, which was quite intriguing. Then we tromped out to the pen where a few milk cows were, one in particular that had a sweet face with black markings, and a darling calf by her side. After observing the pair and discussing them for a time, we hiked back to a nearby shed and climbed aboard a motorized vehicle, which aided us in our traverse to see the calf’s sire. He was a dark, ominous bull who bellowed at our presence, but he seemed like a fine father, and I deemed him
We began our journey by driving to meet Mrs. Dvorak, the teacher of agricultural endeavors at a nearby school, at a restaurant in a town not too far away from where we live. Upon our arrival, we climbed in with Mrs. Dvorak, and she drove us out of town, down a long country road until we at least reached our destination: her parents’ ranch. We climbed out into the sunshine and were met by a short, stout man with a friendly face and overalls. …show more content…
Gotschall’s milking barn and explored the fascinations which it held. Mr. Gotschall described to us his system for feeding and milking his cows, which was quite intriguing. Then we tromped out to the pen where a few milk cows were, one in particular that had a sweet face with black markings, and a darling calf by her side. After observing the pair and discussing them for a time, we hiked back to a nearby shed and climbed aboard a motorized vehicle, which aided us in our traverse to see the calf’s sire. He was a dark, ominous bull who bellowed at our presence, but he seemed like a fine father, and I deemed him