I headed for the barn to feed hay this morning. When I turned toward the barn I was delighted to see the cow and her new baby. As many calves as I've seen over the years, there is still something special about finding a new one.
The cow is very gentle and is used to having me in the pasture near them. She watched me carefully when I took these pictures, but offered no disagreement.
The calf didn't get up until I was very close, and just looked at me. She let out a little bawl once or twice, almost as if to say, "Momma. What is this? Should I be afraid?"
When the cow answered with a very low sound, the baby immediately got on her feet. Momma moved in behind the calf, but didn't offer to be difficult. As soon as the calf saw her, just a moment after the below picture, they moved off together.
My wife hadn't seen the calf, though I told her about the new baby when I returned from the barn. She got on the quad with me, and we drove out in the back field where I was sure the cow had gone. As soon as we topped a rise, I saw Momma and baby.
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Baby has just gotten up, and Momma is keeping a close eye on me. There was no risk she'd charge me or offered any fight. |
1 comment:
Very sweet, Brent. I love cows.
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