We have a relationship, Glory Bee and I.
She’s being groomed to be a milk cow. A house cow. A maker of milk and butter and cheese. We didn’t get off to a very good start when I failed to get her haltered and under control right off the bat. No problem. We have lots of time, me and Glory Bee.
I’ve been very patient with her. She’s confined to the goat yard, and she has a back and forth regular relationship with her mommy and is a very good stand-in milker whenever I can’t or don’t want to milk. I love Glory Bee! A calf is a beautiful thing in many ways. She is also an enigma, a conundrum, a miracle, and a mystery.
She has sad faces.
And crazy faces.
And I-want-to-lick-you faces.
She follows me when I walk outside the fence, and she stalks me inside the fence. She is as on top of my every movement as Clover.
I’ve been very restrained with her, not forcing myself on her, and yesterday we had a little breakthrough and she let me pet her for the longest time ever. When I pet her, she writhes and breathes heavy and tries to eat me.
See how she’s either writhing or eating me?
She loves me!!!