My involvement has always been limited to watching, taking pictures and giving the calves names - much to the disapproval of the men.
This year, I'm getting a little muddier...but still taking lots of pictures. I'm not much help - should I be boiling water? getting ready to cut the umbilical cord? catch the baby calf? (what?! the newborn calf just free falls down to the ground?)
I obviously have a lot to learn.
On Friday, this little baby was born. Welcome Bluebell. (yep, I'm still naming the calves.)
This calf welcomed the sunshine by scampering and prancing all around the field. Following two horribly windy and cold days, I felt like dancing in the sunshine, too.
A tip of the hat to you, Mama. I've certainly felt like a milk cow at a certain point in my life.
And maybe this is the real reason that I enjoy hanging out at the farm...