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blithespirit I got home this morning from a long weekend at my parent's place. I resist calling it the farm, but it really felt like a farm this weekend. My parents have a very small herd of cows (four of 'em in total) and their first calf arrived yesterday. I got to see their friend Dale deliver the baby, who was a gorgeous grey colour. She was up and feeding within the first hour or so. Her face looked like Bambi, so cute. She has a pale grey face and looks a little like she has black eyeliner. (shame she's a meat cow... but I don't think my mother wants to think about that right now...)
It was a really great weekend. The wettest weekend they've had since moving to Tassie two years ago. We stayed indoors, read books, ate food and spoiled my dad (it was his 64th birthday).
It was a really great weekend. The wettest weekend they've had since moving to Tassie two years ago. We stayed indoors, read books, ate food and spoiled my dad (it was his 64th birthday).
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:56 am (UTC):P
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:07 pm (UTC)If she gets a name, it may be a lost cause unless your parents have experience with this. It's kinda like redshirts with surnames - naming them seems to be a near-guarantee of a long and happy life... or at least a bigger part in the plot!