Barry our first cow dad was delivered from up north. We arrived home, a young bloke was on our nature strip, beside him on a lead, cute teenage Baz calmly nibbling the grass.
Watched with bated breath as he sauntered into the paddock, sniffed his new mate Sally then made a beeline for the expensive bale of lucerne in the corner, no fence jumping or running off this time, we were learning.
But this compliant beginning didn’t last.
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