D E Larsen DVM
Johnnie Miller was waiting at the old barn when I pulled off the road.
I stopped in front of the structure.
“I have her in the far side of the barn,” Johnnie said, with some excitement in his voice. He rested with his elbow on the hood of my truck.
“Is this her first calf?” I asked.
“Yes, and she is sort of a little thing,” Johnnie said. “I have been…