Lambing is over and now it is time for the calves to be born. This morning, as I walked up over the hill and scanned the pasture to find the cows, there, bathed in sunlight on a south facing slope and lying close to his mother, was our first calf of the season, a little bull! His mother, whom I call Tutu, because her eartag number is 227, is very protective-generally a good thing, but not when you want to take a photo of her new calf. I managed to get one close up picture, but it is not great. Tutu didn't like my getting too close, so she and her calf wandered away. It is amazing to see a newborn animal lope along next to its mother. I snapped a shot of them off in the distance too.
