Hope

I was recovering some photos from an old computer and discovered these. Mollie Moo gave birth to Hope early on the morning of June 3, 2003. I missed the birth, arriving minutes too late. This is one of the first pictures I took, shortly after 6:30 a.m. Hope has not yet gotten to her feet (er, hooves):

Here is a close up. Mollie was prodding Hope to get up. For some reason, Mollie's principal strategy was to lick Hope's rear end:

At 6:45 a.m. Hope arose. She was a bit wobbly at first:



After a brief pause for a refreshment . . .



Hope received a congratulatory nuzzle from her mom.

Cowblogging

Last weekend, Farmer Harry and Farmer Austin came to take the cows in from the pasture for the winter. The matriarch, Mollie Moo, was suspicious:

Mollie was her usual surly self:


Baby was nervous:


Others seemed less concerned:




When it was all over and the girls had been loaded on the van, Farmer Harry was happy:


So was Farmer Austin:

Another Picture That Sucks

By popular demand, here's another picture of the twins, doing what they do best:

A Picture That Doesn't Suck -- And A Picture That Does

Harry called me Sunday evening and told me with some pride (although I don't think he's the father) that one of his cows had given birth to twins -- apparently a fairly uncommon event. Well, I rushed over and took a bunch of photos, all of which sucked, except for one. Here's the one that didn't suck:

Here, on the other hand, is one that did suck: