A cow named Karo

Karo's momma didn't want much to do with her so we raised her on a bottle. That's Karo in the photo, the black cow. The only way we could get her to take the bottle was to smear the nipple with karo syrup. That's how she got her name. Now Karo is all grown up and has her own calves. She is a very attentive mother and is a fine cow. Tony sent off a load of calves yesterday and today we went shopping for wormer, twine for the hay baler, tomato plants, and groceries. Prices have gone up so much, but not what we receive for our calves. Everyone gets a raise but the farmers. Soon this nation want have any small family farms. The young people sure don't plan on working for nothing. They would rather sell out to a subdivision and you can't really blame them. I don't know what people will eat. I guess contaminated wheat from China.