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I am the eldest of three girls living on a cattle property in Australia. Mr Fun and Mrs Patient are my wonderful parents. Rosebud, is my youngest sister and Zoe is the middle bear. We love exploring the creek and enjoy spending time with our pets. We have so many stories to share so I hope you enjoy reading them and maybe share some of yours as well.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Polly, Licky and Malty

Malty is last year’s poddy calf and still hangs around the house. Mr Fun did have her in another paddock but had to bring that mob up to the yards. On the way one of the other heifers hurt her leg so Mr Fun left Malty behind to keep the injured heifer company. She was then moved into house paddock with the injured heifer were she has remained ever since.

Malty looking at the new bull which arrived today.

A few weeks later sadly a cow died giving birth so Mr Fun had to go out and catch her calf. When he brought her home we decided to name her Liquorice because she was all black. When Liquorice was old enough to eat grass she started to eat Mrs Patient’s garden, so Mrs Patient shut her out of the house yard and made her go out where the other cows were and make friends with other calves. When it was time to give Licky her afternoon feed she came home with Malty - we figured they were friends. Then Licky was too old to stay here so yesterday we moved her and Malty to the yards with another cow that is sick.

Liquorice (Licky) just after a feed

Licky and Malty best friends

Then, this morning, a friend of ours rang to say he had a calf at his place and the mother had died. Oh dear – Mrs Patient had about 24 hours poddy calf free!!! LOL. He offered it to us and Mr Fun and I went and picked it up. It is a little heifer (female) and we have named her Polly. I have given her two small feeds of milk but we are waiting for the calf milk to come home from town. It won't get here until about 5.00pm. We have her in the playpen just until she is strong enough to walk.

Polly waiting for her milk

Polly's first real drink....

Sid will not take his eyes off Polly!

Do you have a favourite poddy calf story to share? 
I would love to hear it.

1 comment:

  1. No, I am afraid that I do not have a calf story for you. I once had a baby bunny though. I thought that he would not make it since he was so wee. But he did not die. I fed him milk through a tiny bottle. The hilarious thing was this: even after he became a great grown bunny, he still wanted his bottle. He would come over to me and sit on my foot standing on his hind legs patting my leg impatiently for his bottle. It was a rough adjustment for him when we stopped feeding him milk. He would stamp his rear feet and look quite vexed.


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