One day, we went to a farm two hours outside Bogota, Colombia.
We trecked through the thick
to see the newborn calf
and to make sure it was eating.
We scoped the place out,
but didn't quite fit in.
My mom's cousin, Pote, is the farm owner and a vet. Duty called.
With Nelson, the farmhand's, help, they administered some meds.
After a little more farm exploration with Pote and Nelson,
we headed up the mountain to another farm. The man showed off his prized rooster, and was shocked to hear I'd never witnessed a cock fight.
I can no longer make that claim.
After an unreal day, we headed back to Bogota.
We trecked through the thick
to see the newborn calf
and to make sure it was eating.
We scoped the place out,
but didn't quite fit in.
My mom's cousin, Pote, is the farm owner and a vet. Duty called.
With Nelson, the farmhand's, help, they administered some meds.
After a little more farm exploration with Pote and Nelson, 
we headed up the mountain to another farm. The man showed off his prized rooster, and was shocked to hear I'd never witnessed a cock fight.
I can no longer make that claim.
After an unreal day, we headed back to Bogota.
3 comments:
it's sad how anorexic that cow is
Did the prize rooster win or what?
Where are you? This would be a really cool place to visit!
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