Yesterday during the excitement of Daisy's delivery of Mickey, I noticed that Lily was not herself. She wouldn't let me touch her anywhere below her neck. She is normally very easy to handle. Damon and I checked her into the wee hours of morning, but when nothing else seemed to be happening, we went to bed. When I woke up at 7, I rushed out to the barn to see if she had started labour...
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...and I found her like this. |
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Isn't she the prettiest thing ever? |
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Clarabelle. |
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