Well it's all done. The babies have been dehorned
It was truly revolting so don't read on if you're easily upset.
I know that I certainly feel ill.
The horns had to come off. Dairy does can inflict really nasty injuries on each other if they retain their protuberances.
They get cauterised ... with red hot irons heated in the wood heater.
Can you imagine the smell?
Well, whatever you are imagining it was worse... and the noise. The vet warned me that the babies would bawl at the pain. Did I want to go hide at the other end of the house? Yes I did but no I didn't do it.
My stomach was as clenched as it used to be when one of the children needed a blood test or something else nastily invasive.
They stopped crying almost immediately and their poor concerned mummy has been reuninited with them - she checked them over minutely - but I still feel queasy and of course the burn smell is going to linger for a while.
Anyway I'm just heating them up a bottle for some comfort snuzzling.
There won't be any photos. Trust me, you don't want to see them.