Bailey started mooing around three or four in the morning today. We thought her tits must be getting sore. But no, she dropped this calf, and apparently on its left pastern, a little too hard. She’s still working that toe out today, but up and around well enough.

Llewd’s nuts have yet to slough off, but from the way he favors them, they’re exclusively an impediment for him now. It’s too bad the pouch will decompose too much to tan and use as a case for reading glasses, or a wallet.
Would have been a great conversation piece.