Our Rose.
Last week she decided that our newest calf’s high-fat colostrum poo was the most delicious stuff she’s ever eaten. She hunted the field for every last bite.
Results? One sick girl. Pancreatitis. Could have lost her.
Took multiple meds and 4 days at the veterinary hospital on an IV drip before we brought her home.
Still a little pokey, but on the mend.
Next calf’s due soon. Think she’ll leave it alone?
(Like a dog that returns to his vomit is a fool who repeats his folly. —Proverbs 26:11)
Cheryl Grey Bostrom, Author 
Oh poor Rose…
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I wish she knew the correlation between eating that stuff and how she felt. Poor baby.
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Amen! Hope Not!
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Me, too, Joni. We’ll be watching her!
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Poor Rose. What a tummy ache. You will be scooping calf poo. Cowboy can’t resist the newly turned compost. The nastier the better. Good to have her own personal doc. Thankful she is on the mend.
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Thanks, Mary Jo. Oh, yeah, compost! Wish those darlin’s understood cause and effect.
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I hope not!!
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