I went cycling up the Buckland Valley today. I don’t ride much in winter, but conditions were balmy today, more like September than July.
Going past the Lumsden’s dairy farm I noticed the newborn calves and pondered their existence. Never to know their dads, these little one have already been weaned from their mums.
Half of them (the girls) will have it easy. They’ll be well fed and receive proper medical care. Unless Bruce decides to raise a few vealers they will only ever have sex with a syringe, but everything else will be sweet.
The boys, on the other hand. They’ll end up in a tin of dog food. There’s something not quite right about that.
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