As if to remind me I needn't go lusting after the exotic flora in DC's Botanic Garden, one of my tree peonies opened with an exquisite ruffled bloom, the size of a small cabbage.And this is our latest calf -- a little bull whose mother had neither milk nor maternal instinct. He gets fed milk replacer from a suck bucket and, if hit lives (as the old farmers always cautiously say of any young creature, including human babies), should be a fine healthy fella. We've generally had good luck with bottle-raised calves, though there have, in thirty years, been some sad losses. But that was when the calves were weak and sickly to begin with.
LV - January 2012
7 years ago