Champ

The rancher from whom we bought our nearly two-year-old bull called him "the ugly bull" and "the bottom of the barrel". We're not in the habit of picking homely, skinny suitors for our bovine beauties, but we brought him home anyway. 

Because no one wanted him, we got him for a song. Besides, we reasoned, with better feed and a little love, he might transform from an ugly duckling to a handsome swan, from a cull to a champion. In an extreme stretch of faith, we named him Champ. 

For some odd reason, skinny Champ was almost immediately adopted by plump Daisy Mae and her equally pudgy clan: Daisy's two-year-old daughter, Gracie; Gracie's calf, Gunder; and Daisy's new heifer, little Mayzie. Here's hoping that metabolism is contagious!

Champ chewing the cud with Daisy Mae and Gracie. Little Mayzie is sleeping behind him. 

"But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise...what is weak in the world to shame the strong...what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are." --1 Corinthians 1:27-28 (ESV)