It Started with the Promise of a Bottle Baby Calf
- 3rlivestockandland
- Apr 23
- 1 min read
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 which ended my years in 4H. I started praying that one day I'd be able to raise my own children on land, raising livestock, preferably in 4H.
Marrying an Air Force brat didn't derail my goal and after 18 years, 13 years married, God "opened the windows of heaven and poured us out a blessing" we strive to steward in a way that is pleasing unto Him.
I've yet to have a Bottle Baby Calf, but I've fed plenty of bottle babies, and our family is grateful to live on our little plot of earth, and we want to share that with you.
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