This morning I thought Holly was in the early stages of labour, with constant tail swishing (we do have a ton of flies at the moment that spray is not working on), she was kicking at her tummy, licking her lips, licking and cleaning her tummy, lots of ropey goo, restless, the whole nine yards.
Then by the afternoon she was settled and grazing as if nothing had happened. I hope all this practice labour is getting the calf into a good position for delivery as the vets tell me, but can’t help being worried about it all.
