Hah! Well, Froggy is still here at the mo.
When it was time to register his birth, last May, I was a few days late to do so. (Lambing, cow had mastitis, you know how it is

). I pondered.... should I say he was born a week later than he was? Or be truthful?
I made a bad choice.

And then compounded my error by not checking the passport. Which, it turns out, was never sent, because if you are so much as a day late, they won’t issue a passport.
So now, despite my pleas that he can’t be anybody else’s calf (we only had one female of breeding age on the holding when he was born!), we are having to get DNA tests done of him and his mum, which is the only way they will now issue a passport. And it’s costing a shoulder and a rump :/ and taking for
ever
It’s all dragged on so long now we’ve had to wean him anyway (God bless you Quiet Wean tags!) and he’s now running with his own mum, the new mum (his half sister) and her now six week old calf.
On the plus side, he’s moulting now so it’ll probably be worth getting the skin processed by the time we get him away. He’s a fantastic brindley red, so it should be fabulous.