The cattle lots to the east of our house are empty this winter.
And, I must admit, that hasn't bothered me some days:
But, I also must admit, I do miss the new little faces, practically in my own backyard.
Thankfully, Tye & Todd have granted us liberal visitation policies with our 2022 calf crop. And we don't even have to wear a mask or follow any particular visiting hours.
On a sunshine-filled afternoon last week, we took a drive through the "maternity ward."
It didn't disappoint ,,, except for rascals who only wanted to show their backsides - even if they're cute backsides.
But there were plenty of others who were ready for their closeups, as Greta Garbo used to proclaim.
Some were as long-legged as runway models - or so it seemed.
While Tye and Todd don't care if we get a close-up look at our calves, some of the mamas give us the stink eye.
I'm always amazed at how some babies look just like their mamas ...
...and others definitely don't. I guess that's true of human babies, too.
Some can't be bothered with any visitors: It's snack time!
We all know what's really important.