Momma was back last night and her little one is growing by leaps and bounds. Full of piss and vinegar, it was investigating everything, attacking a vinyl post in the neighbor's yard, charging mom and tearing around the yard in circles. Boy or girl we don't know yet, but it surely deserves to be called Spitfire.
I was up at 4:30 this morning and saw that mom had settled in on the bluff overlooking the treed area below where she safely leaves the calf. If she sees anything moving, smells danger, or the little one cries out she will be there in an instant.
