Jonathan: U9 is nearly a week old now, and she’s growing astonishingly fast. Her third night of life was nearly her last: there was an unexpected sharp frost, and although in the wood-shed it is not completely enclosed and she must have developed hypothermia. For a couple of days she scarcely moved from her hay box: she had to be lifted out and would just stand there wobbling; she scarcely made a sound and the only way I could get food down her was through a feeding syringe and tube straight down into her stomach. But she recovered and is now very hungry, consuming well over a litre of milk a day! If either of us go out of the house, she’s our little black shadow, staying so close to our legs it’s as if she’s tied to our ankles! Which is very endearing, but soon becomes a nuisance when in fact you’re going back into the house or are getting in to a car!