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The calf is my friend, his eyes open as those of babies are. He has that innate trust of a baby mammal, seeking the nurture he needs. There is a sense of closeness as he rests his head on my lap. Together we await the dawn light and the movement of the farmyard. He's poorly, but he'll recover, and this long night he needed love and comfort more than any medicine. Really, he needed his mother, but he was sold at the market into this life. It's all I can do to give him a piece of my heart and hope it makes some positive difference. I'm so glad I can't tell him why he's really in this pen or the future that awaits. I want to protect him, find someplace he can live a natural life with freedom. Perhaps one day we'll have that world where all animals are free and respected, sacred as members of creation. I hope so. I do.

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The calf in the end pen was wracked with mange. Where there should have been soft downy fur was only scaly dry skin. His eyes were dulled and he had none of the exuberance a young animal should have. Everything about him was slow and listless. So I bought him. No-one else would and if I didn't he wouldn't have lived to see another day. He'd have been dog food before the sun set. The owner was some jock who had decided to try his hand at farming. Being too cheap to call a vet he'd mis-diagnosed it as ringworm using google and was perplexed as to why his treatment was ineffective. I could have hit him but instead kept my anger locked tight and bargained for the best price. The ointment wasn't cheap, but it worked. Now he's a healthy young bull, a prize winner at that. He grazes in the pasture around my cottage and more than earns his keep as a stud. I named him Samson, it seemed fitting.

By sylviemoore5, October 18, 2014.
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Gentle braying, big head, slender body, knobbly knees, shaky legs, big soulful eyes, large pink nose, tugging fiercely and sloppily at its mother's udders, thin legs splayed out.

By angela, December 16, 2011.