Shaky the Calf
Early one morning, as I unrolled a bale of hay during the second week of February, I heard the weak, little bawl of a newborn calf. There in the edge of the woods stood the tiniest…
Early one morning, as I unrolled a bale of hay during the second week of February, I heard the weak, little bawl of a newborn calf. There in the edge of the woods stood the tiniest…