I'm Not Like You, Okay?

Our story starts here, on the Fairchild Farm.  Where else would it start?  Kmart?

I digress.

This is a story about a heifer coming to realize who she is and where she's meant to be. 

It's Sweetie.

It started about a month ago, when she was on one of her adventures "over the fence".  Really.  Over the fence...she gets out at least twice a day.  When she wants back in her pen, she comes up and stands on the old front porch and looks in the window of the front door.  Like, "yeah, you can put me away for a while, I'm thirsty and I drank all the dog's water." 

I kid you not.

So, in a nutshell, the problem here is the horse.  When Sweetie leaves their home/pen, Cocoa is like a wife with her new husband at the bar.  She runs, whinnies, kicks and just throws a down right fit as soon as she leaves.  Sweetie pays no attention, just keeps lumbering  slowly away like she has not a care in the world, headed down to the feedlot to be with her "sisters".

When she wants back in the pen and I fiddle with the gate trying to get it open, the horse stomps her feet and prances around as if to say, "Ohh!  Finally you made it back home!"  Sweetie then rambles through the gate over to the hay trough.  As she eats, the horse sniffs EVERY square inch of her. 

Sweetie doesn't like this at all and sometimes she will ram her head into Cocoa as if to say, "It's time to act like the cow I am, I'm not like you okay?" 

Cocoa is going to be heart broken when Sweetie goes to pasture this summer.  BUT, I do have a new project for her, who still doesn't know who she "is" yet. 

Sassy.  The cutest calf alive!

Sincerely,
The Fairchild Horse & Calf Grief/Divorce Counseling Farmgirl