Oooh, hello. My name is Wilbur. My mama tried so hard to get me into this world. That’s how much she loved me. I think there are no better mamas in the world than mama cows. But my mama had a very very hard time. I heard people whispering that her “labor was intense” and “oh no”, and “what can we do?” After I came into the world, my mama left it.
There I was. In the world. And no mama. My kind, kind farmers right away got me a bottle of milk and I was so happy to drink it up, but still. I wanted to snuggle next to my big, warm mama. And there was no mama.
Then, just 5 days later, I don’t know how it happened, but somebody’s dog got out and the dog smelled me (newborn baby cows are very sweet smelling). I thought, oh good, a new friend! I’m a very friendly little calf. The dog came up to me but he was a bad one, and he started biting me in so many places. My farmers ran out and saved me from the bad dog, but then my leg was all hurt.
At the same time, the farmers’ beloved pastor died and so then what to do? There was me. There was the grieving family and community. (I learned the word grief when they gave me a bit of counseling after my mama passed). So they found this farm. This farm where I now live! I went to the hospital (and everyone thought I was so cute so it was ok, even it it was a hospital) and then there was bandaging and washing and a lot of tedious things. But now, I’m over 2 years old and wow am I full of moxie! I jump and buck and rear and go tearing around the pasture – it’s a miracle that my leg is healed and I can be a real COW!
I love modern medicine! And I love my new farm!