15 Abril 2011

When we went out to milk the cows today one of the calves greeted us. He barreled his head into my thigh in search of the coca cola bottle I had in my hand. This calf was bought by a cousin of my host family and has been raised bottle fed. He saw me coming and wanted some of what he thought was milk, immediately. I attempted to show him my hands were empty by sticking the coke bottle in the back of my pants and he just started sucking in my fingers. I think it was my biological clock and hormones that fell in love with him as soon as his course tongue started to make the back of my fingers sore. He insisted I was his mother and kept barreling me in the arm, thigh and hip with the same motion the calves use on the mother’s utter when the milk isn’t coming out full force. Such a beautiful, sweet creature. And, big. That two month old weighs as much as I do!