Earlier this week, a new calf was born, and my father, Mae, and I were there to witness the event. I even got it on videotape to share with the rest of the family! And while I'll spare you that little piece of eye candy, I'll just note that it was pretty interesting both to watch the process, and to see Mae's reaction. She was amazingly matter-of-fact, and not the least bit squeamish. The calf was halfway out, starting to breath, and making little calf noises when the mother struggled to her feet. THAT was quite a sight. After about 30 seconds, the desired effect occurred...the calf dropped out and onto the ground. We were a little worried about both the mother and the calf, since they didn't seem to be bonding initially, but things worked out, and now we have this pretty little one:
So now here is cousin Casey explaining to Abigail all about the afterbirth and its function:
Oh...my mistake. They're just getting ready to poke it with a stick! Endless entertainment.
Ah, that country livin'...isn't it beautiful?