Sometimes I wonder about the wisdom of being kind to my calves. Last night I was refilling the chicken water and one of the twins, evidently upset that I had not given him enough attention, butted me. If you watch calves and their moms, this is a pretty characteristic behavior. However, I am not built like a 1000 pound cow. His butt (between the legs) from behind lifted me into the air and I flew into the chicken enclosure, bashing my head on the waterer. I looked up and he was standing over me, feigning innocence: “Is it time to scratch my chin?”