Cow Bio - Cassanova Frankenstein

Cassanova Frankenstein is five days old. His (he is a he, or so the pee origins do suggest) poop smells like all new calf poop. Worse than awful. That brown spot on the blanket under his chin is not chocolate. He has a fu manchu made out of stringy black whiskers. His color is purple brown. He is a giant pain in my ass.
He was less lively than the other (now 13 other) calves by far. A day after Cassanova Frankenstein was born I found him sprawled in the pasture back by the woods, no mother in attendance. So I went and found her, which was easy because she's the only brown cow and he's the only brown calf. But she didn't magically fix anything so I had to pick him up and carry him down to the barn, distressed mother in tow.
Ever since, I have been his source of nutrition, as opposed to his bug-eyed mom. He's been too weak/disinterested to find her udder himself. She'll be dry from disuse in another couple of days and feeding him will become my forever project. Pain in ass. Cassanova Frankenstein is a sickly weak runt of a calf. But he's also cute, he does have that going for him. That and his name. Thanks noodle.