Denis Lehane: Going thirsty for sake of the calves

Fellows often ask me, “How do you survive in farming at all, for you seem to be the greatest fool that ever put a foot on the land.”

Well my secret, I’m proud to say, is the humble calf.

Yerra, I can rear a calf like nobody else. It doesn’t matter to me if he’s a Jersey, or a Shorthorn, if he has a bent back, three legs, one eye, or two backsides. It’s all the same to me. Once he gets on this farm, he’s away.