I don’t believe it!
I don’t belieee-eeve it.
She did it.
Old White Morag – so arthritic that she hobbles around on three legs with her right rear dangling like laundry
bad-tempered hammer headed old besom – growling cow
tough geriatic whose heat preserving hair thins to reveal patches of pink skin
old fool who will not enter cover even in the worst of weather
that I have nursed all winter with special buckets of cattle nuts dosed with cod liver oil secreted specifically for her once the more robust animals have been lured to the trough.
She’s done it!
She has a skinny tall red calf at foot – still wet standing already- as I quad up the road for the morning feed.
Well done Old Lady.
Mother of Champions.