The wiring of my mind
A type of tragedy befell us - our calf, Mac, died very unexpectedly. This was quite a blow. I milked the day before and he was energetic and fine - when I went up the next morning, he was unable to get up and died by noon. It was particularly difficult to dig a grave... in the poison ivy... the day after I played a 5v5 soccer tournament in Boone after being a sloth for a year... I could hardly walk (let alone dig) and the turf fields took huge patches of my skin.... however it was an absolute blast... we got killed but it was fun.... I was invited by an old student (Chandler H) and some Emory players. We still don't know what it was that killed Mac, but it left us in a milk situation. We were delaying the final decision about what to do here when we move. We were going to leave her here with her calf and by August, Mac should be taking all the milk - and we would just raise him for meat. But once he died, we were forced to make a decision - which was probably what we ne