by Jan Fielden
My husband informed me today that the calf we are raising, named Sweet Pea, was pouting. I suppose she was because she walked very slowly to get the bottle I was holding. Usually, she runs to the fence to be fed. He talked to her about moving to another place where there was some shade, and she just hung her head. We both believe that animals are smarter than humans think they are, and they can understand us most or at least some of the time, depending on the tone of the voice and the look on our faces.
Anyway, she was pouting because we turned her out of the corral the day before the big pout. The vet came out and gave her the shots she needed and so the next day we opened the gate for her to enjoy her freedom. She had been looking through the fence and bawling for a long time whenever a cow or calf came along. I thought she was saying, “let me out of this prison”. But evidently, she wasn’t since she wanted to stay in the corral. We got her out anyway and hence, she pouted!
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