This little one was just born. The mother cow, known as Big Cow, is the chief of the herd. She has been cleaning up her little one. It’s about thirty minutes old at this point. I’m keeping away and haven’t looked too close to figure out the sex.
After a good wash it is time to try to stand up. The curious Mirandaise can’t help but check out the new one. I’m a little stressed they’re going to stand on her, but Big Cow does a good job pushing them away.
Once standing is mastered, it is time to try feeding. You go, little one!
And there remain two pregnant girls who are getting close to term. Twistie looks so wide she might have twins.
And Latte likes a rest after carrying around the gestating calf. I like the line of long grass where the cows can’t reach under the fence. Always the grass is eaten the shortest right under the wire, since it is greener on the other side.