Hey-ho - still no calves, though swollen udders and rear ends tell us the big events are imminent. A castration of our neighbour's calf was the big event today. 6 weeks old, but a massive fellow and really strong. It took two of us to keep his tail up while the vet did the necessary. I nthink his testicles are still lying out there somewhere for the birds. The birds love such things. At least this calf didn't give out those deep-throated bellowings that you sometimes hear when they are being castrated, and which reach deep into one's masculine soul. Time to get back to 18th-century aesthetics - or something of that sort.