By Gus Mondor – Medicine Hat, Alta.
When I was young and lived on a farm, we had chores to do. One of them was to feed milk to the calves after supper, when the separation was done with the milk separator.
One night there was a terrible lightning storm, so my brother and I decided we’d go out and dump the milk pail behind the house. We waited a while and then with innocent looks went in as usual.
The next morning, around 3 or 4 a.m., the calves were baa-ing away.
We came down for breakfast as usual, but dad was already eating breakfast.
“Boys, no breakfast for you two this morning,” he said.
“The calves didn’t get their meal last night. Next time there’s a storm wait until it’s over rather than what you did!”