I have an aside to this. One of my mother’s barn coats is a green(ish) down jacket that I had in high school and rejected at some point. My mother has a lot of my hand me downs. Anyway, my mother never buys the cute pricey clothes, she’s on the recycle plan. A few weeks ago she was saying how she was taking in a calf from a dairy farmer friend to see if she could nurse it back to health. And, she said pointing, I’m going to put this jacket on it to keep it warm.
The stained, faded, misshapen jacket swam into my focus… I squinted… isn’t that the same one you put on the foal (20 years ago? we have a photo)… you’re still WEARING THAT? Didn’t I used to wear that to school?
Anyhow, I saved the jacket’s life. I gave her a foal blanket out of my hoard to put on the calf. Because I didn’t want to see her wearing it again next year with calf scour stains on it… because she would…