Steve accompanied me to the barn this morning, since I am still without wheels, and will be for the foreseeable future. It’s foggy and drizzly this morning, but the animals both seemed relaxed and content. Chuck seems to finally have gotten over his cat-like finicky-ness and I heard him body slamming the empty bucket while I was filling the hay net.
I opened the door, and there was Chuck, stupid steer calf extraordinare. He was facing away from the door, against the wall opposite where I’d left the milk bucket, with nose in the air and said bucket upside down on his head. He was bouncing it like a seal. I expected to hear him bark.