HE NAMED THE CALF “BUTTONS”—BUT ONCE THE TRUCK PULLED UP, GRANDPA WOULDN’T LOOK HIM IN THE EYE

HE NAMED THE CALF “BUTTONS”—BUT ONCE THE TRUCK PULLED UP, GRANDPA WOULDN’T LOOK HIM IN THE EYE Buttons wasn’t supposed to be anything special. Just a calf born early spring—scrawny, off-balance, always trying to nibble on the drawstrings of my hoodie. But my son Ezra fell for her fast. Every morning before school, he’d run…

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