That yaller heeifer..

As I drive up the lane to that old grey barn, she has both her eyes dedicated to my direction, that yaller heifer that is. I guess some of them calvies gots a little bit of somethin' extra in'em. No those eyes aren't turned towards me in joy, just fear. It doesn't take a lot to spook that lil gal. I go through pouring that bucket out them calvies rush to the trough, that is except her that yaller heifer. Who knows why she gets so spooked, could be breeding, or handing, or maybe she was born in a patch of briers. I do know to tread lightly around that lil gal.