An Annabelle Tale
I sat in the dirt stroking the silky fur on the head of a darling little calf. My hand was stroking, but my mind was wandering to the day before when this precious calf earned the title of Annabelle Rae The Stray. Word had reached my ears there was a lost calf near a large mud bog at the bottom of a coulee. "Just north east of here, where four roads come together at a big mud pit." I knew the place. Soon my Subaru Forester was bumping its way down an old dirt road to complete what was quite possibly mission impossible. Step 1: Figure out which way the calf could have wandered from the pit. Step 2: Actually find the calf, being sure to check all the old cow trails that go deep into the bushes. Step 3: Somehow get the calf to follow me back to my car. Step 4: Manage to get the calf back to the barn. Step 5: Get the calf fed and watered and comfortable. I parked my car and began wandering down a trail for about 1/4 mile. "Hey ...