A Bad Day For Ferdi

Poor Ferdinand. He's so cute and even tempered but he had a very rough day. It started with having his horns burned- he didn't fight too much but he squirmed and moo-ed and we could tell he didn't like it. Then he was banded, which basically involves putting the worlds smallest rubber band around his testicles to cut off the blood flow so that they fall off. I took him for a little walk to the hay field and treated him to some clover and alfalfa, but on the way back he just gave up. He was so tired and his head hurt and his balls hurt so he just layed down.

I was able to coax him back to the barn with a bottle of milk (well, milk replacer- it's pretty much just powdered milk mixed with water) and get him settled in for the night. He was already asleep when Art checked on him twenty minutes later.

This will probably live in his memory as the worst day ever.