In case anyone is wondering, no, Bridgit still hasn't had her baby. She's getting floppier by the day (in the hiney, that is), and her udder is feeling heavier daily as well. I have a little feeling she may try to upstage Thanksgiving Day dinner while we have 15 family members over to watch.
Betting begins now (but without prizes...you'll have to make due knowing you won, so if that makes you happy, bet away!).
(In similar news, Paul has named Sheila's son T-Bone. That's so we won't forget his ultimate fate.)
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I'll put my figurative money on an early Thursday birth. Like, before you're awake. Best of luck with the calves!
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