Late For Lunch

There is always something happening when you live on a farm.  Sometimes it is impossible to make plans to do anything else.  Because as soon as you do, something else happens.   Sunday we were going to visit my mother and take V out for her birthday.  

 But the heifers had other plans.  One was starting to calve but was more interested in stealing someone else's calf.

 Once she started licking it we decided that we needed to intervene and separate them.  This calf actually belongs to the solid black cow.

 So once we got them up,

 we got the pair going back to the field,

 and kept the heifer in the lot. 

She finally got down to business when she wasn't distracted with the other calf and had her own.  He is a spunky little thing.   

We made it to lunch at Outback, and cake after, a little late but there.