Other than sharing a few photos, I’m a little speechless. This bull calf is only 10 days old, purchased from a friend who got him from a Dairy. He has such spindly legs. He is very sweet, and people friendly because he has been bottle fed other than the first week or so with his mama getting the Colostrum that is so important for a newborn.

Poet/Writer - Book Published in December 2020, "Days of Soup and Holler." Current WIP, "UnRibboning." Like field notes from a poet through mother/daughter tension, menopause unraveling, midlife, a father dying and the vigil around that. And the throughlines I didn't even realize until after the writing - were what was holding me through it all. My steady husband, my boys, the sky, our mountains, these curvy river roads. San Francisco City Girl turned Southern Oregon Country Girl. I write about Parenting, Lifelong Learning, Living with Intention, and Finding Beauty in Unusual Places. I seek beauty as an artist always, and share it when I find it. Narnia beckons me. I see it everywhere: in the way light filters through trees, in forests, in waterways and pathways, in lanterns, and of course, in wardrobes. I hold tight to the Older Magic.
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