We've reached that stage of Rural Chic where nothing is stylish unless it is covered with calf spit bubbles and milk. Annie continues to enjoy her status as bottle baby and devotes an (apparently) substantial portion of her time thinking up new designs with the aforementioned substances. Both she and Penny (officially, "Champagne") are progressing beautifully with their lessons in leading. Both step along like little princesses, with only occasional lapses back to their former mulecalf mentality.
Once they have really mastered the walk, we'll progress to "standing while tied." They are good girls, though, and really only balk when they are unsure about things. A little neck and shoulder rub bolsters them right back up. Friday, they were two weeks old. It's been fun to have two that are exactly the same age. They are starting to play with each other, though they are still a little timid about it. Annie also decided that it would be great fun to try to play with me today. I suggested to her that it would not be, especially when she hits about 700 lbs.
Pics are in order: Calf Mortal Kombat, Penny fleeing calf-eating bugs, Annie
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