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Maryellen Brady 💗📚's avatar

My dad loved Louis L'Amour books. He read them like candy, consecutively & fast! I need to pick one up. Would you say pick up this one? I'd love a rec.

Also live your calf photos. Animals have a special place in my heart. My dad worked a farm in his youth, & I missed out. So I'm curious & enjoying your news.

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JarieLyn's avatar

Hi Robert,

I just wanted to say how much I enjoy these updates — the calf stories always make my day. The little orphan twin tugged at my heart, but it sounds like she’s in good company with Andy. It’s clear how much care and effort goes into everything you’re doing, and I really admire that.

Your thoughts on food and living naturally have definitely got me thinking more about what I eat and how I live — little changes, but meaningful ones.

Also, I’ve been having a bit of fun naming calves. (with the help of AI) One of my favorites so far is Tootsie Mootsie. I had AI write a little tale about her. Thought you might enjoy it, so I’ve included it below!

"Tootsie Mootsie and the Stocking of Luck"

On a bright spring morning in a field full of dew,

A calf named Tootsie Mootsie awoke with a moo.

With one white stocking on her front right leg,

She danced through the clover, a skip and a peg.

"You're special," said Momma, Mary Contrary,

As Tootsie twirled past a sleepy old dairy.

"That stocking you wear — like a knight's shiny boot,

Might just bring magic from your tail to your snoot!"

Tootsie blinked twice. Could it really be true?

Did her stocking bring charm, like the fairytales do?

She trotted to Buttercup, wise and serene,

Who grazed near the brook where the water ran clean.

"It’s not just a sock," Buttercup said,

"It’s a sign of a heart that’s brave, bright, and red.

Now go find the blossom that blooms only at night —

The Clover of Courage, glowing moonlight-white."

Through meadows and thickets, through twilight’s soft hush,

Tootsie trotted onward in a determined rush.

And just as the stars blinked awake in the sky,

She found it — the clover, with petals held high.

She gave it a sniff, and then gave it a nibble,

And suddenly heard a curious dribble:

The clouds gave a giggle, the moon gave a wink,

And the pond near her hooves shimmered silver-pink.

From that day on, it was widely agreed:

Tootsie Mootsie had a heart full of speed,

Of kindness and courage, of giggles and grace —

A little calf hero with a sock and a face

That every young heifer would look up to see —

A legend in clover, as grand as can be.

Thanks again for sharing your world — it’s always a bright spot in my inbox.

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