Moo!

The 2023 calves were weaned on Thursday, and are still loudly vocalising their unhappiness at this state of affairs. We bring the calves down to the shed at weaning, as in previous years they have proven adept at getting under, over or simply through fences as they try to find their mums again.

The mums are a lot less concerned, with barely a murmur from them when I went up to check on them and give them their morning biscuits today. Mostly they’re just relieved to be free of the hassle, and not having to share their hay and biscuits with thirteen extra hungry mouths helps too.

After last year’s loss of wee Karen in the shed, I will be keeping an eagle eye on this lot. They seem happy enough now, despite the bellowing, and they worked out how to get to their feed swiftly enough. They’ll be in the shed for a couple of months. We’ll be pregnancy scanning the cows soon, and once we’ve moved the expectant mums onto the good pasture, last year’s calves will go back onto the hill with the empties and grannies.