Up in the triangular field adjacent to the barn things are quieter now. The little Welsh Black cow whose keening rent the air a few days ago has settled down - she has been given another calf to suckle. (We'll call him Calf A.) Her maternal instincts are satisfied perhaps.
Should writers of soaps ever seek inspiration, maybe they should lean over a field gate for a while and gain inspiration from therein. Calf A is now suckling on Mrs W Black whose own calf was born with a growth on its jaw and thus unable to suck. It has been taken into care (a.k.a is being hand-reared elsewhere.) Calf A's mother did not survive a traumatic birth and Calf A was first offered to a cow at a neighbouring farm and then to Mrs Ginger Cow whose own calf had died at birth following another difficult calving. Mrs G Cow is now finding it hard to recover from her ordeal and could not feed the infant A. So Calf A was passed on once again - this time we hope for once and for all. I estimate he is now on his third 'mother'. Confused? So am I. I expect Calf A is as well.
Life and death in the burgeoning countryside. Single mothers, surrogate parents and absent fathers, disturbed off-spring - what more could a screen writer ask for?