The Escape Artist

Once upon a time, there was a little white calf. She was born in July, and the first thing she remembers is being licked off by her big cow mom.

After that, she was whisked away to a clean hutch, had her navel dipped in iodine, and was fed some tasty bottles of warm milk.

Her hutch was next to many other calf hutches, and she wanted to explore her new surroundings.

Lucky for her, the girl who fed her forgot to secure the sides of her wire yard. She was free to explore!



Soon enough, the girl returned and saw the little white calf was roaming about. Calves really can’t resist sucking on everything, and the little white calf just had to see if she could suck on that outstretched hand.


And so the calf was safely guided back into her own hutch with comfy straw.


Just because a calf may be a wee little newborn, it doesn’t mean she can’t be quite the escape artist. ๐Ÿ™‚

Do you have similar stories of children or pets quickly navigating out of where they’re supposed to be?

About Lisa

Hi, I'm Lisa. Dairy farmer's wife and Minnesotan to the core, I write about rural farm life, running down country roads, and the food, faith, and family that bind everything together. Follow along on my journey.
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4 Responses to The Escape Artist

  1. Heidi Nicole says:

    Oh the joy of escapee calves… they are just too cute to get mad at though! At least this is true for the first few months of their lives!

    Our cat has taken to escaping if we leave the door open too long, so much for being “Fraidy Cat Fred”!

  2. Dana says:

    Look at that baby!! TOO CUTE!
    No animal escape artists here….thank God ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. bearrunner says:

    haha big cow mumma ๐Ÿ™‚ You caught the cow!!!!!


  4. Our dogs are definitely escape artists. I took my eyes off them for 5 minutes one day while watering our garden and when I turned around, they were already down the street, 5 houses away.

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