It was a sad day at the farm today. The little brown calf did not survive the night. His feeding last night was terrible. His gums were pale and his mouth was cold. I tried a last attempt to feed him.
I looked out the window throughout the night and noticed he had not moved. I went to bed my eyes and Chuck asked me why I was sad. I told him our little baby calf would not survive the night. He told me he was so sorry and that he would help me take care of things in the morning. he is such a sweet man