“Here baby. Here baby.” I called tentatively to the adorable, brown and white calf whose mother is unable to feed her. An infection means someone must feed this young creature twice each day. I am an eager volunteer.
I was soon to learn that Mom The Cow may not be able to provide milk to her calf at the moment, but she is not short on the instinct to provide protection.
She stood behind her baby, sizing up the human holding the large bottle, full of warm sustenance, intended for her wobbly, young one.
The baby was equally tentative as she approached me, hungry, but wary. Read more!
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