My wife, who is not only a mother but also
a farmer’s daughter, said “Calving.”
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
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4 comments:
We don't get a lot of this in Windsory either - but only because the calving cows are well away from our house.
These cows are well away, at least 200 metres, but when the wind is blowing... In the morning I will try to take a photo of this semi-rural, semi-urban calf.
Not just calving, but having difficulty calving. A cry for help. Cows do not "moo" for nothing.
Yes, that's what we thought. It was a moo of distress. But the farmer would have been there straight away - the house is close to the paddock.
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