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It Started with the Promise of a Bottle Baby Calf
My "Littles" that aren't so little anymore, walking their 2025 Market Hogs at the Fairgrounds. When I was 11 my parents moved me from a big city to a tiny town. They knew from summers on my Grandparents' Idaho Farms that I loved cows. They told me when we moved, they'd get me a calf. They calf turned into some lambs including 4H Lambs and that's where I finally felt like I belonged. After 2 years of raising lambs, we left our rented farmhouse and moved into a neighborhood
3rlivestockandland
Apr 231 min read
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