Molly

Now might be a good time to introduce you to the other baby creature (other than Marge that is) who has, in her own way, captured my heart here on the farm.

Her name is Molly. Molly is a black angus cow. Born sometime the end of the summer, beginning of the fall (yes, I know, I really should remember her exact birthday...but I don't). Molly was born the same day as another little cow - 2 momma cows, and 2 baby cows. Tragically - both momma cows liked the same baby cow. Neither momma wanted anything to do with Molly. So she was left motherless, friendless, milkless. It was not looking good.

Until my landlady stepped in to save the day (much like she did the day the cows escaped, only this time in a more nuturing, less rodeo-cow-girl fashion). Molly was removed from the pasture and given her own, adorable cow-house near the barns. There she was fed, walked, loved on, etc. Marge and I would visit her often. She did not so much like Marge for a while.

Molly made our farm feel almost like a petting zoo. Those who were perhaps a bit nervous around our all-too-forward dog, could be taken to see Molly, who would have liked to run and hide if she hadn't been tied to her cow-house.

Note - I used to have pics of her as a little cow. Sadly, they were all lost in the week-of-disasters-2008. So, just imagine a cute little black baby cow with huge eyes, and a blue collar. That's her.

One day, we even got to feed. Our landlady said to heat it like a baby's bottle. So we did:


She also said to test it like a baby bottle - by squirting a bit on your wrist. This was more difficult, since it actually required 2 hands to hold it steadily. So...we mostly just guessed at the tempature of the milk. We must have guessed right, cause, goodness gracious, did she ever eat it fast:


It took her maybe 2 minutes to down the entire 1.5 ish gallons. Truly intense.

Truly a we-don't-live-in-the-city-anymore moment.