Clara has been getting rounder as the days went by. Her udder swelled to the size of a bright pink and somewhat hairy soccer ball. She grunted and groaned. Her vulva dripped. We locked her in the maternity stall in the barn. Yes, another batch of single digit weather is on the way and I thought it would be the old listen-to-the-baby-monitor-and-trot-out-to- the-barn-every few-hours-in-the-miserable-cold routine. But THANKFULLY, Clara decided to pop tonight with a pair of twin bucks each weighing ten pounds! No wonder she was so wide.
Tinkering Comes First
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