Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Animal husbandry

Dr. Moo called Friday wondering when I'd be arriving, and worrying that Mr. Moo might be in a bad mood. Why? Because there was a sick calf in a Rubbermaid tub in their living room. The calf-who, if all went according to plan, would be dinner in three months' time-"keeps trying to die," said my sister. She'd had him on IV fluids, was holding his head up so he could nurse, and when she discovered his temp was low she decided he'd be better off inside by the woodstove.

Fortunately, Mr. Moo did not get mad. Unfortunately the little fellow did not make it.

But his two friends are doing just fine:


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