A case of mistaken identity

Liz says that the calf that followed me home, (see below) or actually to the cow barn the other day was Soiree, not Dakota. Liz is the oracle of cow identification here at Northview, so I will not argue. Plus she owns both of them. This differing identity is significant in that Dakota is the daughter of a retired show cow, Dallas, and granddaughter of our best-ever show cow, Frieland LV Dixie, and thus would be expected to be a bit of a pet.

Soiree on the other hand is out of Soir, the worst kicking, meanest, most miserable, nasty, ill-tempered so and so in the barn, and one which I flatly refuse to milk under any circumstances. Soir is out of Star, who although she is a sweet old thing now, used to jump every fence on the place, and wouldn't ever come into the barn until she was darned good and ready. She was not impressed by Border collies either and just stomped the heck out of them if they got in her way.

So how did this come to pass? I truly have no clue but I am not complaining.