For a couple of years I’ve been contemplating getting a feeder calf or two. Problem is lack of pasture. I’m already feeding the horses hay year around which is a budget buster. Ideally organic, grass-fed beef is the way to go.
Last week I attended an auction planning to pick up a couple of goats to help keep my fence rows clean. There were no goats, but there were four young calves. (I’ve been to this particular auction a number of times and never seen calves.) Intrigued I thought if they went for less than $50 I should get one. But these were very young and looked to be Jerseys. Jerseys are great for milk production but are they good beef cattle? What does one feed such a young calf? By the time we got home it would be far too late to shop. While I was contemplating all of this, all four sold for bargain prices.
Then I began thinking that perhaps I could talk to the seller to see if he had any more available. If yes, I could pick one or two up at my leisure and be prepared for their arrival. My daughter, who was with me, went over to the holding area to look for the farmer. A short time later she returned and told me that one of the buyers had changed his mind and would be happy to sell his calf, which turned out to be the best of the four and not a Jersey.
That’s the short version of how I ended up with a Texas Longhorn calf in the back of my XUV. Thankfully he fit, but boosting him up there was a challenge.
I marveled at how Law of Attraction (LOA), had delivered what I wanted at a great price and the right time of year. But LOA had still more to deliver that night. On the way home I realized that one of my headlights was out, a good way to attract a ticket. So I set my intention to be invisible to police and expected the best.
Up ahead on the road was a mandatory sobriety checkpoint. Lots of police. I repeated my intention and pulled up. After answering the basic questions and explaining that we were heading home from an auction with a calf in the back, we were sent on our way without even a mention of the headlight!!
We arrived home safely and tucked the little guy in with some warmed milk. He’s temporarily residing in the play yard with Saphyre, our standard poodle. Which brings me to yet one more aspect of LOA.
Bojangles & Saphyre
The little guy, dubbed Bojangles, is getting plenty of exercise because Saphyre insists on rousing and herding him several times a day. They’ve become fast friends and thanks to Bojangles, Saphyre is significantly less hyperactive. That amazing Universe takes care of even the smallest details.
