http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgZKxVcdx5c  Even though totally blind, Woodrow doesn’t have any problem finding his morning bottle of milk…a very sweet, warm, 2 quart concoction of calf milk replacer and buttermilk. As you can see(and hear), he slurps it down in a matter of minutes. This past week, we made the decision the time had come to wean him from 2 bottles per day down to one bottle per day and believe you me, Woodrow is not happy with the new feeding schedule. Often times and usually around 9-9:30 at night, I’ll hear him bellowing from his paddock in the barn, begging for someone…anyone…to bring him another bottle of warm milk. When his cries are more than I can bare(which is more often than not), I’ll give in, blend up another batch and head out to the barn, sporting the most fashionable evening ranch wear of pj’s and muck boots. Needless to say, he is always very happy to see me(so to speak). After his bottle and a bit of lovin’, he finally curls up in the soft hay and settles himself in for a good nights sleep. And then…so do I.