So, having completely failed to heed Bart Simpson’s advice, here she is:

Allegedly, she is a Limousin, but having googled a few pictures, we think perhaps not. Hopefully she will grow up and give us baby cows, and maybe some milk, but right now just keeping her alive is going to be the tricky part. As you can see, we don’t have a stable (why would we – we don’t have a cow!), so building something appropriate before winter would be advisable.

Probably the most exciting thing for me is the compost! How sad is that? Brand new, shiny animal, and I can think about is poo. There seems to be something the matter with my lifestyle…..

Poor little beast is very nervous, so I am currently “making friends” with her by patting her on the back at every feed time. What this actually means is that I am chasing the poor calf around her pen constantly, a bit like lunging a horse. Round and round and round she goes, when she stops, I could get kicked. Ho hum.