Aren't they cute? One of the calves was kind of sickly, so it got special treatment, not the gentle kind though. It had to get daily shots for a while and I just couldn't do it. I had to have William come home on his lunch break one day because I just couldn't get the needle into the cow's skin. It started to wail, and I just couldn't emotionally do it. Sad, I know, but I am ok with it.
Unfortunately, the sickly one ended up dieing on me when we switch the calves over from being bottle fed to eating grain and hay. Such is life.
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