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Moving on to cattle, I haven't much to say. The calves are cute, but I don't jump for joy seeing a herd of 5,000 or more steers. They all look alike to me.
We name very few cattle. The milk cows might have names, but since I don't milk any cows, I'll leave that to the dairy hands who do. I think I heard one of them call them "One, Two, and Three" once.
|Kind of scary-looking, isn't he?|
|Isn't he the cutest little thing ever?|
At first I named the calf "Calico," but Chad told me that's no name for a bull. So now I call him El Montana, which means "mountain" in Spanish. I think he's going to grow up to be a mountain of a bull.
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