We returned to Austin the end of January and began settling back into our routine. Of course, we had to try out some Cambodian recipes, including this wonderful curry.
His mother’s udder was so large that he couldn’t find her teats. He kept nuzzling her flank, where Mother Nature told him to look. However, her teats were almost a foot lower...not at all where he expected them to be. By the time we found him, his mother (known affectionately as J3) had given up on getting him to nurse, and he had almost given up trying.
The dogs and I then headed toward the barn. A short time later Kota troted down and “pointed” the calf in the lot near where he had nursed the night before (the two Border Collie cow dogs ran by so fast they didn’t even see him). Apparently the little fellow either couldn’t find or didn’t recognize his mother, so he went “home” to where he had eaten earlier. That’s quite an accomplishment for a two-day-old calf in the middle of the night, as the cows were bedded down a good quarter of a mile away.