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barn. This time, Nosey didn’t run away from me. He didn’t get too close, but he didn’t run away. I held the bottle out as far as I could reach, then inched toward him. He seemed ready to run away at any moment. Stretching his head out as well, he barely touched the bottle. He licked it a few times and tried to get his mouth on it without moving. Then something scared him and he ran away. Again, I held the bottle out as far as I could reach. He stretched his neck out and barely licked the nipple. Finally we got close enough that he could get the whole thing in his mouth, and he gulped it down. I needed to get him out of the milking area so we could milk the cows. I used the bottle to lead him into the milk room, but Nosey ran away whenever we got close to the door. Daniel helped me corner him. As he was reaching for him, Nosey charged. Daniel scooped him up. “Spunky little feller, isn’t he?” We got him back in the newborn calf pen, and blocked any holes we found. Daniel opened the door to the barn and started driving the cows in. While I was watching the cows, Nosey disappeared. I was scared that he might get hurt. I started calling him as loud as I could. Once all of the cows were in the barn, Daniel shut the door. Just then, Bossy, our orneriest cow, bellowed and jumped, kicking out with her back hooves. Nosey, the master milk stealer, had tried to find dessert. Bossy’s hooves connected, and Nosey came flying across the barn like a drop-kicked, fuzzy white football. He had no sooner landed than another cow bellowed and kicked, sending him through the air again. From cow to cow they kicked him like a soccer ball.