Alpaca the City Slicker

While in Atkinson, Nebraska, we took a side trip with husband’s cousins to “The Ranch.” I somehow got suckered into trampling through cow poop to bottle-feed a calf. Husband’s cousins mocked my flip flops (but hey, what do you want – I’m from California). Back to the calves, those suckers mean business when they’re sucking away on bottles – it darn near wrestled the bottle away from me. Calf number 444 took a fancy to us and would periodically approach, until he decided we weren’t that interesting after all and go back to his friends.

We had a great time driving all over The Ranch in search for the buffalo brought by a new, wealthy neighbor from Pennsylvania. Apparently the buffalo wreak all kinds of havoc on their property as well as adjoining properties. We didn’t end up seeing the buffalo, but we did see wild horses, lots of wildflowers and a kid panning for gold in a lake.