Bret went out this morning to do the chores and came back in asking, "Do you want to get your camera?" I knew at once that the calf had been born. So I ran out in my nightgown and rubber boots (gotta love living in the country!) into the rain (yes, for the first time in weeks) to the barn. The calf, a red half-Angus bull, was wobbling about on his feet, still wet, and nursing.
Nuala was duly rewarded with a big bucket of water and molasses. Her udder is huge, poor gal!The kids all came out to the barn in their pajamas to see the new guy, whom we have named Beau. We don't give too much thought to names for the animals that are destined for the freezer. I thought I was going to call him "Ino", as when I asked the kids what we should name him, I was bombarded with hand waving and a chorus of "I KNOW! I KNOW!"
Today I'll be reading the little guys this book: