Today I found a huge bull calf zooming around the field. I couldn't get a decent photo of him because he was going so fast and his mom, Gwen, was chasing him the entire time.
He stood still for 1 milisecond. He is one big solid calf with 2 teardrop ring eyes, speed and flexibility.
Then he ran over to meet his grandmother, Google.
Here are the 3 generations in the field:
After running around for 45 minutes he collapsed in a heap.
Now was the time to tag, band and weigh the brute. 109 pounds. He was probably 112 when born and ran the other 3 pounds off!
A few other herd mates dropped by to see what all the fuss was about.
Then he fell asleep on his moms leg while she grabbed some supper at the hay rack.
He is sleeping amongst the herd tonight.
The youngest and smallest member. And the most exhausted.
I need some good "G" names for this boy.