About three this afternoon, when I was in the kitchen painting a still life, KDM called me from his cellphone and said: "We have a new calf." He was out feeding cattle and found our cow Daisy alone under a pine tree between the pond and the fence. Except, she wasn't alone. At her feet was a bundle of "tarpaper," wet and steaming, breathing and watching, on the very sunny spot mom had picked out for him (or her?).
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Daisy and her baby calf |
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KDM taking some feed to Daisy as she wouldn't leave her baby to eat
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Mother and baby |
Update: it's a baby bull-calf. KDM made a bed of hay for both mama and kid. They like it.
AAAWWWW CUUUUTTTTEEEE!!!!!! I love cows - I bet you didn't know that.
ReplyDeleteNo, not just to eat.
I do too. A farm just isn't the same without them. Keep eating beef too, the West wasn't won on salad (plagiarizing a great bumper sticker.)
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