M.L. McKnight
Overrun with beasties
This is my first farm journal, before you read any further I must inform you that I intend to post stories of the happenings on my farm, many will be out of order and rather random. I find humor in a lot of things that happen to me around the farm, sometimes it is dangerous and sometimes it is just plain silly. Sit back, prop your feet up and take a gander. If you like my stories then I will post some more until I run out! 
The other night I went out to give my little bull calf his evening bottles and found him eagerly waiting for me. I put the bottles down and gave him a good scratch (which is mandatory if you want the little rascal to eat). While sitting on a 5 gallon bucket telling Bull what a good boy he was and scratching his outstretched neck I got face to face with him and got big wet nose smeared across my forehead.
It startled me and I jumped back which for some reason made Bull eager to want to get back in my face. I told him we had enough of that and it was time to eat. He played with the first bottle then started drinking like a champ! I told him what a good boy he was and how he'd grow up to be big and strong...then ,as calves do, he butted the bottle right out of my hands. I leaned over to get it and as I lifted my head back up he lunged forward and smeared his nose across my cheek!
Before I could react or even say "Eww" he shot his tongue out like a rocket and licked my eyeball! Imagine THAT! I fell off of the bucket I was sitting on. A wet-slimy-milky drool covered-hot piece of sand paper is the best thing I can think of to compare to that tongue! After the initial shock and yuck factor wore off I was laughing so hard that I could barely squirt the Visine in my eye to clean it out! Half of the bottle went on my shirt and into my beard.
I went back out and finished his feeding but kept a little more distance between my face and his.
The other night I went out to give my little bull calf his evening bottles and found him eagerly waiting for me. I put the bottles down and gave him a good scratch (which is mandatory if you want the little rascal to eat). While sitting on a 5 gallon bucket telling Bull what a good boy he was and scratching his outstretched neck I got face to face with him and got big wet nose smeared across my forehead.
It startled me and I jumped back which for some reason made Bull eager to want to get back in my face. I told him we had enough of that and it was time to eat. He played with the first bottle then started drinking like a champ! I told him what a good boy he was and how he'd grow up to be big and strong...then ,as calves do, he butted the bottle right out of my hands. I leaned over to get it and as I lifted my head back up he lunged forward and smeared his nose across my cheek!
Before I could react or even say "Eww" he shot his tongue out like a rocket and licked my eyeball! Imagine THAT! I fell off of the bucket I was sitting on. A wet-slimy-milky drool covered-hot piece of sand paper is the best thing I can think of to compare to that tongue! After the initial shock and yuck factor wore off I was laughing so hard that I could barely squirt the Visine in my eye to clean it out! Half of the bottle went on my shirt and into my beard.
I went back out and finished his feeding but kept a little more distance between my face and his.
....either that or he loves a good bottle!
. And it wasn't hard to picture.. Gotta love those slobber kisses.
