calfing

I had the most wonderful time quietly watching a spot of calving after church. And then the magical moments as he stood up, all wibbly wobbly and took some steps.

The mood turned quickly sour when his mother started head butting him violently down a hill - she seemed hell bent on destroying him. So we spent some time working out how to safely get in there and save the babe. One hormonal mother, two very interested and lively one year old calves and a brand new baby. We had some buckets of nuts, shepherds crooks, a barn and a land rover at our disposal. It was like a real life crystal maze challenge! We did it and then I swiftly escaped and headed out for a roast dinner, leaving our farming friends to work out how oh on earth to repair the family rift!