“She’s over here, this is her second day the old gal,” Tom’s not so friendly but expected greeting as I jumped out of the car, Without warning a stream of reddened water gushed onto the straw behind her. Tom, staring at the new born calf said gruffly, “Looks like I wasted money calling you out vet.” I turned and replied. “Well the calf turned out fine but it could hardly have been a bloodier beginning.”
Poetic perspiration
When the pen takes control. · Fun with rhyme, eco interest, submission calls, nothing too serious.
When the pen takes control. 