We waited all morning, and part of the afternoon,
and then the man arrived,
in gum boots,
one hand and arm enclosed in a bright pink plastic glove,
the other hand
holding an equally long bit of tube thingy.
The pink plastic glove and tube thingy
then disappeared up Lissie's botty.
One would think that this insertion
would have made her yelp,
just with ears laid back,
maybe in astonishment.
First the scooping out of the poo.
Ah, so the glove was like a manual enema.
Then the insertion of the tube thing.
Ah, temperature taken.
New glove, new tube,
now going into the next door part of her botty,
a second later,
21 days time,
that is when we shall know,
if we are with calf.
Lissie remains quiet,
although has a slightly befuddled look in her eyes.
And so the cycle of life hopefully continues,
helped along by the nice AI man.