Monday, October 5, 2009
Every once in a while, a tiny baby calf is orphaned -this one's mum had a uterine prolapse...which is one of the things I have witnessed that leaves me feeling forever thankful that I am not a cow! So, we have become mummy to this little darling - one of the bays named her Sheila - just TRY to say that name without sounding 'Orstralian'! She can down 2 litres of Calf Pab like a boy can down a beer at a bucks party...that is, all in one gulp, without coming up for air! The clever arrangement she is drinking from is marketed as a 'calfeteria'. I have a chuckle every time I hear that! We haven't had a lot of luck with poddy calves in the past year or two - but this girl's been going from strength to strength since she came home a little over a week ago, so we're confident with lots more drinks from the calfeteria that she'll grow big and strong...how am I ever going to eat a Sheila steak though?! I think she might have to join the breeder herd and be destined to delivering many babies throughout her life...But for now...she's just so cute!