Sometimes we here at the ol’ ranch have days with no imagination.
That’s when our cows get named by the numbers on their ear tags.
Take Number 3, for instance . . .
Her last calf was named Number 9.
This one is named Number 21.
This year, we also have a Number 16.
But YingYang’s baby is named Little Bo.
Go figure. There’s no rhyme or reason . . .
Aunt Sophie is clearly not interested in running . . . Good grief!
Maybe I’ll go find Mom and get a drink of milk.
Maybe #16 wants to come play.
She will have a name, not a number. We just haven’t yet decided exactly what it will be. All suggestions are welcome.
And Number 21 is in love with her. But at least now he has someone to play with . . .
. . . is not a calf. It’s just Skeeter, making her rounds.