Two minutes after a tired little boy fell asleep, the phone rang with the news that we had a calf out on the highway. Of course, we did.
I sent a text to Brandon… the only one of us who always carries his phone (or has one, in my case). It didn’t say “received”… so… with me the only one available, I lugged two kids out to the Durango and went in search of our lost babe.
I drove by… and turned around and drove back, and drove by, and went back… and once more, for luck! No calf in sight. They *can* put themselves back… and I was fairly positive this one had, because I couldn’t see him!
I eased on up the highway, then saw this.
He climbed out on the bank and I snapped his pic.
The top ledge was too much for him… one more try and he landed in the water. Scenarios ran through my head. You can’t reach this spot without hiking or using a four wheeler… and I had two little kids with me! I’d need rope, and, dangit! I had left my gloves in the house… Could I get there somehow????
The day was warm-ish… I’m sure the creek isn’t.
I debated. I turned the car around and sploosh! One more time in the creek.
All it cost me was a little time and thinking before things were all right with his world again. I was very grateful for that!
As for the lost babe… he, too, must be happy somewhere!