For his part, he was content at first to sleep most of each day. But as time passed, he began running and playing with his older cousin, Rocket:
And he sure can run fast!
Rocket has grown so rapidly that he looks like a small adult now. He is suspicious of me if I try to get too close:
Mother Rosella with her son, Lucky:
Mom and boy, resting on a patch of wasted hay:
And trotting off together for the far end of the field:
The herd often lounges together on the leftover hay:
After Amy gave birth to Elvis, I left them together for a day and a half. But it seemed as if the little calf could not nurse, I removed him and have bottle fed him ever since:
It was sad to separate them, but I feared he'd starve to death otherwise. Amy's last calf died at three and half days old:
Amy was a doting mother, but her calf seemed adrift, unable to find any available milk:
Rosella, however, doesn't have the udder problems which Amy has. She is feeding her boy lots of milk and watching out for his welfare:
How substantial Elvis looks in yesterday's post compared to the spindly lost newborn he was. And how lovely to see Rocket and Lucky's progress. You'll be so happy to assimilate Elvis back into the herd.
ReplyDeleteAre there any predators that could threaten these babies? I don't imagine you have anything larger than the foxes?