Two hours after Panda was observed resting comfortably, we found her with a dead bull calf. Panda took it hard, and Hubby milked Panda regularly as we searched for an adoptee.
The next evening, a little Angus heifer in need of a mother arrived by way of a green stork (Hubby's Subaru). I promptly named her Fancy.
Panda was unimpressed with our attempt at consolation and annoyed by the strange heifer that bore no resemblance to her lost calf.
Whenever it was time for Fancy to nurse, Panda had to be held in a stanchion. The rest of the time, a fence kept them close but Fancy safe.
Undaunted by Panda's rejection, Fancy continued to "talk" to Panda in her baby-calf voice. I'm adorable. What's not to love, New Mama? she seemed to say. Then she'd race and buck in circles, showing Panda her cutest moves, but she was completely ignored.
But this morning, Panda surprised us by answering Fancy's moos, licking her shoulder, allowing her to nurse, and even napping beside her. If Hubby and I were young, we'd have been doing cartwheels around that corral.
"God's Spirit confirms in our spirits that we are His children." ~Romans 8:15 (VOICE)
Winky had a sturdy, bouncing baby bull named Waylon. Actually, Waylon is too lazy to do much bouncing.
How lazy is he? you ask.
Well, Waylon is such a loafer that he rouses himself from the straw-filled calf shed only when hungry. Even then, if other mama cows are closer in proximity than Winky, he tries to steal milk from them!
"Oh no! I overslept! I'm late! For my nap." ~ Garfield
We've known Glory from birth so are qualified to say that she's a gadabout who's never taken anything seriously--especially fences. I wouldn't have been surprised if she wasn't the most attentive new mama in the world.
But Gus came along, and Glory hovers over him constantly, mooing at him and about him so much that she's hoarse. We can only hope that her newfound sense of responsibility will keep her from teaching Gus all her tricks.
"Not all those who wander are lost." ~J. R. R. Tolkien