We have three bottle calves this year. Laramie’s method of feeding them involves removing each calf indivudually from the pen and feeding them one at a time so that he doesn’t get molested by the other two. Bottle calves are very demanding. They don’t mind butting you with their head, wiping slobber on your jeans or walking between your legs. Miss Manners could give them a lesson or two. Their only concern is the white bottle with the red rubber nipple on the end of it. My method of feeding is based on the least amount of time consumed. I feed them all at once. I hold one bottle between my knees and hold the other two in my hands. My plan usually works, but not without complications, which are best left out of this post. Last week I devised a much easier way to feed the calves.
Recruit six gals from St. Louis to do the job for you. This is success. Three smiling girls and three slurping calves.
My method did not work so well with our bottle lamb. Bottle lambs are wooly and cute. There is a simple pleasure in feeding one. I don’t mind this chore at all.
However, I was forced to turn the job over to Jackie when she claimed this lamb all for her own. Bye, bye Woolie. But never fear, you will be my buddy again after these girls head back to city life.