"Are you missing a calf?" our neighbor, Gary, called Randy to ask. It was almost dark, and as we pulled into his driveway, the calf romped through one of Gary's cattle pens. Gary is in the midst of calving season, too, but none of the mamas seemed to want to claim this one. And, as we got out of the pickup, we could hear a cow bawling from the pasture about a quarter mile away.
Since Randy and I weren't ready for a rodeo at dark, we left the calf there overnight. The next day, we went back with an ear tagger.
Would the real mama show up? Yes, she did. It was Mama No. R22. They were reunited and the baby had to have a snack or two since he'd been away for awhile.