... and immediately thought of this picture of my dad, sister, and a bottle calf named Norman:
I don't remember the circumstances that made them put the calf in the back of my sister's hatchback, but the steaks must have been pretty high for them to do it. I told Jessica to use a trailer, but it went in one ear and out the udder. I'm sure it was pretty hard for my dad to steer the car. They are lucky they didn't have a cow-lision. Well, I think I've milked this story for all it's worth. Ahem.
But this really is a picture that I never get tired of looking at. I miss the country life!
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