Barry our original cow dad was delivered from up north. Arriving home that day we could see a trailer with its back door open, a young bloke sitting on the curb, beside him on a lead cute teenage Baz calmly nibbling the nature strip.
We 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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