Prince Charlie (to be exact) who lives in a royal tent ....
Charlie, thus far, has survived falling off the back of a moving Ute on route to us ... being eyed and annoyed by many visitors and family members ... being lost (well too to be fair, Mish and I thought he'd gone missing and spent an hour or so traipsing all over our paddocks - screaming "Charlie, Charlie" - me ranting about having to call the Police to see if they had had any reports of newly found cows (can you imagine!) ... he (Charlie) must have thought we were behaving quite strangely as he was exactly where he should have been (thanks John), in his paddock all along - just hidden ... He's also survived the most ridiculously cold weather last week with snow, sleet and rain - thank god for the 'Cinderella' tent ... Mish made it more secure and made sure he had a good supply of purple hessian (in keeping with the colour scheme) high on a wooden pallet to keep his little tosh dry - shame he's not potty trained though .... He's also survived been ogled over by the other cows in the next paddock - they must also thought him equally strange - smelling quite differently - then, even more bizarrely (to the cows), he happily bound back up to Mish when he heard his named called (thinking, no doubt, there might be more of that delicious ivory liquid on tap) ... and, because he loves it so much (and he was so little when he arrived) we couldn't help ourselves .... we give him a sneaky feed at about 10:30pm (apparently not the done thing!!) ... bad Luracks I know .... One cold night last week as we fed him dotingly, Mish commented that Charlie is not only the only cow in Walcha having a sneaky feed - but he'd be the ONLY cow in Walcha that resides in a princess tent!
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