Such a sweet baby cow. This one had jumped “the fence” and was standing not to far from the roadway.

So close in fact, that we would walk up to him, which is what Anne did.

But Dad was not too happy with us or with the dogs, who were going nuts by now. Baby had returned to his side and he was ready to walk toward us. I hate “horns!”


Later in the afternoon we found this baby near Camp Mikell. This little guy did not mind our group “being up close and personal.” He just kept eating away . . . .