Yesterday I gave Opie his third and final shot of Baytril. Though he still coughs occasionally, his fever is gone and his energy is returning. Last night at chores I opened all the stall doors and let him scamper around the barn while I was mucking and cleaning.
Ooh! Chase the geese out of Birch’s stall!
Gallop up and down the aisle!
I heard a crackle and saw Opie pause to bash the half-full bag of shavings with his head. There is something about bags of shavings that demands attention from healthy bull calves — they must be faced and killed.
Knock wood, the boy is back!
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