The calves are going great guns. The weather is more drizzle or I'd consider letting them out of their hutch and pen to roam a bit and stretch their legs in a run. At least they are small enough that the hutch and the pen allow for some jumping and kicking. On Saturday, when I am home all day, I will let them free and see how they go with Annie, Flora and Little Moo.
I led Ox Boy out of the ryegrass paddock, across the main paddock and into Robyn's farm, and then in with her milkers. He will be going on the truck with some of Robyn's old girls on Monday. It's not that he's not productive, Little Moo, Jack and Flora are all pets, it's just that he's huge and destructive and breaks more things than all the others combined. He's just too tall for management here. At the moment he is lording it over the milkers (being taller even than the fresian girls) and enjoying the same ample diet they are, good grass and silage. He's happy as a pig in mud.
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