While playing in the playroom, we were visited by my friend's father-in-law who was worried about a heifer about to birth a calf. Without any hesitation at all, the two of us girls tossed the three kids into the Expedition and made the muddy trek out to the pasture...this involved crossing a creek and a lumpy, bumpy expanse full of cow patties. By the time we arrived, "the Lord took care of it," as reported by my friend's father-in-law, and the mommy and her calf were tucked so far into the thorny brush that we could barely make out their shapes.
Since we were already committed to this adventure, we drove around and greeted all of the bovine ladies and their mister.
Here's a sweet momma and her calf...it was lunch time.
Here's the big guy responsible for the current population boom on the ranch. At all times, he was surrounded by his harem.
A cute little punkin' of a baby cow.
This particular heifer's name is Table. Formerly known as Cable. Named by a 4 year-old girl with a prerogative for changing her mind without warning.
There were all kinds of cows of all colors and sizes, all grazing grass and chewing cud. One thing they all had in common:
They weren't impressed by the two preschoolers popping out of the sunroof.