Last week, on Gwen's birthday, our cow Bella finally--and I mean finally--had a calf. We named him Victor in honor of Gwen Victoria.
We'd had two other cows calf in October. Looking at Bella it was clear she was bigger than usual so we expected her to have her calf soon as well. We brought her to Clyde so she'd be near us because the plan was to milk her once the calf was born.
So we waited and waited and waited. I watched her out the window several times. She would look like she was pushing, but all she'd have were cow patties. This happened way too many times. I was about convinced that she wasn't really pregnant but just gaining weight.
Then it finally happened. And he's really cute.