So last week, as he was scanning the cherished classifieds, he decided he wanted to buy a calf. I have to tell you, this was quite a decision because he’d been saving up all summer for a new bike. My ever-so-patient-and-great-with-kids husband knew this and challenged Douglas to count the cost. If he really wanted a calf he’d have to calculate the entire cost; fencing to shore up our dilapidated fence, milk replacer, hay, etc. He’d be the one to make the decision.
Well folks, I was completely blown away by the determination of my son. He made a few notes and called Tractor Supply. He and my husband went to the local dairy where they sell newborn bulls for pennies on the dollar. They “shopped”. They prayed. They spent hours talking about it. Then one day, it happened. They drove up with a newborn calf. The very weekend of his purchase, there was an ad on our local homeschool loop for a really cool mountain bike at a garage sale price. I printed it for him to read, but it didn’t take long for him to come back and say, “No…I’m buying a calf tomorrow.”
And here they are….
He’s for profit only. Douglas calculated all of his expenses and he’s slated to profit about $300 next year when this one goes to the sale. As a result, he’s Mr. No Name, though I call him Bucky and Laura calls him Fajita Beef. Even without a name, it’s gonna be hard. We love him already. We’re just that way.