Remember little Lucy – the poddy calf with a penchant for bunting you in the vajayjay?
She’s all grown up now and on Friday she welcomed a calf of her own.
They’re both new to this and they had a few initial hiccups – Lucy having not being mothered herself, there was a LOT of learning to do.
So, in what feels like history repeating itself, my retired-pilot dad reprised his role as lactation consultant!
Mum and Lucy have remained friends (despite the 64th birthday ride), so Mum is helping them out too.
Lucy’s boy calf doesn’t have a name yet, so we’re open to suggestions. (His Dad’s name is Bruno if you’re thinking about a hybrid name).
what should we name this thirsty little hunk of spunk?
No vajayjays were injured in the making of this post.