We went out in the Ranger to take a look at the cows to see which ones might have had calves during the day while we were gone.
No new calves today.
I happened to get lucky on the following shots.
Somewhere in the thick brush
laid a beautiful calf....
the mother was off 100 yards or so. I crept in the bushes to get a good look.
No sudden movements by either of us. I could hear her breathing as I took each step closer and closer.
She was comfortable with me there, just steps away from her.
I didn't want to press my luck any further. As I walked around the side of her she became noticeably conscience of me. One last shot and I slowly walked away. She never moved, until her momma saw me coming out of the bushes. She began calling her with the loudest roaring moo you ever heard.