Well there was a no go for Crystal’s milk yet again so Johnny and I went out and got some milk replacer, a teat and bottle. On the way to the stock supply store I had this niggly feeling inside, it’s too late and we are wasting our time and money on the milk powder. We bought it anyway and got home a short while later. We mixed up a bottle, and soaked the teat in hot water, so it doesn’t split and finally attached the teat to the bottle. I really wish I could write that he took to the milk bottle like a duck to water but I’m afraid he didn’t. After struggling to get him to stand still the bottle was rejected time and time again. He looked over longingly to the cows that were chomping on rich, sweet hay as if to say! “What’s the deal lady I want that stuff over there”!
So now I have a 20kg bag of milk replacer and nobody to drink it – Murphy’s Law isn’t it. I tried one more bottle but finished up getting more of the sticky stuff all over me that any down his throat. I guess he’s going to have to be fed solids to thrive instead. He’s getting a real early start and I hope there are no complications from this down the road. I think the biggest lesson here was that we shouldn’t have introduced Zulu to crystal the foster mom with Daisy around. She never really accepted him as her own. Daisy was a complete different story as my theory goes, there was no other calf for her as her own had been sold a few short days before Daisy arrived. Dexter’s are fantastic foster moms but I guess they have their limits too.
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