brand spankin' new

Dad and Greg have been on the prowl for a new calf.

They thought for sure #8 was going to have one any day.

And, with all the snow and freezing weather they were afraid a calf would drop and well....

On Saturday, Dad and Mom went to the home show in Nashville, so Greg was on the prowl by himself.

He rode out into the field and counted the cows.

And counted again.

And still couldn't get the right number.

So, out he went to find the missing cow.

And in the thicket in the bottoms, he found this:

Look, the calf is still wet!

And, there was a certain compound word that momma cow was still snacking on. Something that Greg ran back to the barn to tell Cara and myself all about. Over. And over.

And when we looked a little closer, it wasn't #8 at all.

#1 aka Suzy aka "She's-Pretty-But-She's-Crazy"

I mean, look at how pretty she is just minutes after birth! You can't buy that beauty.

And her coat....so smooth, yet all the other cows have tufts in every direction.

I hope baby inherited that good hair.

Before we left, so she could have a moment alone, baby got up, found the utter, and took some sips. Okay, took some gulps. And we breathed a sigh of relief.

And, then, I may or may not have rubbed up against momma cow for a good luck charm.