Undigested food rose back up. Risen, unexpired and inspired,
it hassled through the esophagus. Regurgitation transpired.
Was it foolish food intolerance that the picky calf experienced
some regurgitation? Didn’t the food get trapped in the throat
like one stuck in a terrible traffic jam? The sheepman invited a vet.
She spoke about swallowed food that flies up again to the mouth,
about undigested or partly digested stuff that lugs up to the ‘door’
and that, at times, is re-swallowed or spit out with a bit of oh or odor!
She stated: The calf’s belly didn’t feel nausea or muscular contractions.
Do you understand? The heavy-eyed herder said yes and regurgitated!
