||One and one quarter years old|
||3/4 Beefmaster, 1/4 crossbreed|
she a pet? You bet! Butter earned her name. When she was three months
old, she started walking up to me and giving me a small butt, very
timidly. She had never been even touched by a human before. I named
her Butter and she lived up to that name for about another two months.
Then, with more handling, she became a perfect little lady and never
butts me any more. One day, I put my hat on her. I had a heck of a
time getting her to let me take it off! She would duck her head every
time I tried for it. So, I took an old hat of mine, added horn
holes, and let her wear her own hat on cold mornings. Still have to
chase her down to put it up or get it back, though.