For those who asked, the calf is doing fine, thank you. :)

I sometimes forget that I need to provide updates to loyal readers after telling a story about one of my animals that is struggling. Well, for those who have stopped me in the street to ask, the calf is doing fine, thank you.

Baby is off the milk bottleswe weaned him after 8 weeks of age when he started to cut back his intake. He eats hay and sweet feed (corn, grain and molasses) with water all day long. He is no smaller than the calves that have been fed by their mothers since birth. I am very proud that he is as healthy as he is. I'm proud we were able to keep him alive. It's incredible that he's doing so well: during his first week of life he lay listless on the ground and I had to put my fingers in his mouth to try to get him to suck on the bottle. I didn't think he was going to make it.

This little bull calf stands, doesn't exactly come when he's called, but if he's busy eating and you start scratching his back or tickling him under the chin, he doesn't move away. He seems to love the attention. While the other calves get licked and nudged by their mothers, this calf is alone in a pen. We are the only physical contact he gets.

At least he has someone to communicate with during the day now. I'm sure he had visits from barn cats and squirrels before but now he actually has a friend in a neighbouring pen. The sheep who gave birth two weeks ago is in there with her little black-faced Suffolk lamb. Soon the calf will have so many roommates he may have to move out.

It's probably time. He can be weaned off the sweet feed soon, and live on fresh grass and dry hay, like all the other cows. He needs to go outside in the sunshine, to romp and play with the three other calves. I can't wait to see him running and jumping around with them. Besideswe need the room. In the next few weeks every spare pen will be occupied by our pregnant ewes. Most of them are just about ready to give birth.

Speaking of birth, I found one litter of kittens. I saw which corner of the barn the mothers came from when they heard cat food hitting the feeding bowl. I climbed up into the loft and listened quietly. A soft mewing was coming from under a board. I lifted it and there they were: two white, one dilute calico and one grey tabby. I think it's just one litter. The other one must be up there somewhere too. I will go back in daylight and investigate.

I have to put my hands on these kittens every day and make them tame so they are easier to adopt out when they are weaned. Then I have to trap their mothers and take them to be spayed.

We've just about got this feral cat population under control.

After lambing season, the next creatures to arrive on the farm are the chickens. We will raise them in a chicken coop area where they are safe but still able to wander around freely. We grow only happy chickens on this farm. Happy chickens that like to peck my ankles. I prefer turkeys. Turkeys approach you slowly, stand beside you and comment melodically on the proceedings, whether you are refilling their water tank, replenishing their food or adjusting the heat lamp. They never peck. And they have this amazing ability to communicate telepathically. You walk in to a quiet room of turkeys and suddenly, they all gobble the same phrase of syllables, at exactly the same time. It's quite a trick. I do enjoy the turkeys.

Soon the farm will be heavily populated with babies of all species: calves, kittens, lambs and chicks. Just as it should be, in springtime.

At this time of year, it's important to remember that animal shelters are bursting at the seams with unwanted kittens and other critters. Consider donating some pet food to help them in their efforts, and if you are in the market for a family pet, please consider giving one of them a forever home.

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