When the cows and their calves get turned out into the pasture, it takes the new calves a couple of days to figure out how to cross the creek. Their mothers are so grass-crazy that they don’t care whether their babies come over or not. Then towards sundown they come back and feed their poor neglected children.
I don’t know if you noticed in yesterday’s post, but if you look again you’ll see Zorro laying near the creek (with a duck to keep him company) while everyone else is over on the other side. He’s the only one that won’t cross yet, and it’s been about a week since Matt turned them out.
I feel sort of sorry for him – I hope he figures it out soon!
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