Yesterday at 9 AM it was still 10° below zero but there was no wind or blowing snow, so I thought it would be safe to let Gary Cooper, my six-week steer calf, out of the barn to play. Clear and cold is often much safer for babies than warmer but wet with a breeze.
Cooper loved the sudden freedom to run at top speed. He ran, wheeled, and ran some more. I found myself smiling as he bucked and kicked out with happiness, galloping with his tail up. No matter how many calves I’ve raised, watching this joy never gets old.
At first the teenaged calves were intensely curious…
… but they quickly decided he was a baby and not terribly interesting.
However they let him tag along and showed him the water trough. (Notice the hose… my “frost-free” hydrant has been frozen for weeks.)
Bliss. Just one of the big boys, hanging out with the guys.