Last night I got to see a calf being born. It was both gross, and not as bad as I’d thought. The cow had been in labor for too long, so FB’s dad had to “help.” Help involved some sort of winching machine that made the mommy cow (Mama Steak) mooo a lot.
I was standing on the other side of some railing, but it was close enough. When Walter Steak’s head popped out his tongue was sticking out and he looked dead, but once he was all the way out FB’s dad stuck his fingers in Walter’s mouth and he started breathing.
I’ve named him Walter, based on Wendy’s suggestion. “Steak” because… well. that’s what he’s going to be.