My lucky number is seven. Why? I have seven holes in my head, that's why. That's not the only reason, but it's reason enough. This calf was born with seven legs. After delivery via C-section, it lived less than 10 minutes. I like to think it lived for seven minutes. Sad, but inspirational.
On October 18th at 8pm sharp, please come to the Garage, in the shadow of the R.E. Lee equestrian monument and Hill and Wood Funeral Home for a set from OLD CALF.