fourstates
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He stays down at the pasture alone, scared of cows. Waits by the fence hoping someone will bring him food..milk, hopefully.
I bend over to turn on a faucet and he slams his head into my stomach. I am not feeding him fast enough. He has grown but not as stout as his brothers who have mothers. I am glad he lived, but I feel no love.
I notice my cow who lost her calf a few weeks ago out in the pasture, lying on her side, the pressure on her udder causes milk to stream out, poor thing, still not dry, mopes around. :idea:
I grab Baxter, he is terrified, grab his ears, get a bloody lip, and show him the milk...I run it on my fingers and put it in his mouth. After I wrestle him, and win, he pauses..and notices where the milk came from. This cow just lays there. She is a very gentle cow. Baxter latches on and goes to town.
Now the cow decides shes had enough of this business and gets up. Baxter decides he is not going to let this big bottle get away. (Those bottles are hard to come by) He runs after the cow, the cow runs faster. The cow stops, Baxter latches on..a kick,ouch, another kick, a miss..Baxter gets between her back legs, Cow swing around goes in for a head butt...not too bad. He is unhurt. I run to the barn and get some cubes. Cow stops to eat. Baxter gets busy. Another kick, but he's OK.
Next night same thing, feed the cow, let Baxter nurse. Next morning, I see Baxter nursing the cow. I don't need to bribe her again.
This morning, Baxter is sleeping in the main pasture, as usual not with the herd. Standing over him, just like a good mama, on guard, is the cow. She is a good girl. Baxter, almost 3 months old, now has a mama.
I bend over to turn on a faucet and he slams his head into my stomach. I am not feeding him fast enough. He has grown but not as stout as his brothers who have mothers. I am glad he lived, but I feel no love.
I notice my cow who lost her calf a few weeks ago out in the pasture, lying on her side, the pressure on her udder causes milk to stream out, poor thing, still not dry, mopes around. :idea:
I grab Baxter, he is terrified, grab his ears, get a bloody lip, and show him the milk...I run it on my fingers and put it in his mouth. After I wrestle him, and win, he pauses..and notices where the milk came from. This cow just lays there. She is a very gentle cow. Baxter latches on and goes to town.
Now the cow decides shes had enough of this business and gets up. Baxter decides he is not going to let this big bottle get away. (Those bottles are hard to come by) He runs after the cow, the cow runs faster. The cow stops, Baxter latches on..a kick,ouch, another kick, a miss..Baxter gets between her back legs, Cow swing around goes in for a head butt...not too bad. He is unhurt. I run to the barn and get some cubes. Cow stops to eat. Baxter gets busy. Another kick, but he's OK.
Next night same thing, feed the cow, let Baxter nurse. Next morning, I see Baxter nursing the cow. I don't need to bribe her again.
This morning, Baxter is sleeping in the main pasture, as usual not with the herd. Standing over him, just like a good mama, on guard, is the cow. She is a good girl. Baxter, almost 3 months old, now has a mama.
