Nanny Guinness

Guinness here. On Easter morning I peaked in the nursing pen and look what I found!

Uh oh...this is the smallest calf I have ever seen. He is so frail and weak. His mother has rejected him...so he hasn't nursed.

Gramps comes over to help. He is a farmer from way back, he knows what to do.

The little calf won't suckle...

...and he can't stand up very good either.

So he has to be fed through a tube instead. That tube goes down his throat and into his tummy. It does not hurt the calf at all.

Then I lick the calf down to try and stimulate him. I have always been good like this with the new calves. Sometimes people call me Nanny Guinness, because I have good nurturing skills.

I lick his ears and his neck and his face. Poor sweet calf.

It's OK little buddy.