Moo came to us, she was suppose to be a tame house cow and we would really love her, yeah right!
What we got was an angry, hip throwing, leg kicking, mouth drooling, head swaying, charging at you, stalking, bailing you up in the paddock, angry lump of beef.
Don't get me wrong I love animals, I really do and I have done everything to try and win her over but have settled on the fact we have a love hate relationship, I love her and she hates me.
We have been eagerly waiting her calf which was due around Christmas. My BIL came to visit and had a look at her he told us she was only a small frame and looked too big and he said we needed to get organised because we may have to pull the calf!!!!
So about then the for sale sign nearly went up on the cow and the house and I was moving to a one bedroom flat in the city on my own.
Found my back bone and hubby and I put a plan in action first minute I saw anything sticking out the backend I would call him and son and I would get in the car and go and buy frozen yoghurt. I also spoke with my farm go to girl (yes you know who you are) and I did feel a little better...how hard could it be right?
Then one morning I got up and..
No calf pulling, no tears, just another little gift..
Moo and baby and all is good.
And to reward myself for a job well done..
It was really yummy in case you were wondering.
Have a great day..