The Calf

Had to a day-old calf in the byre last night as the weather was bitter cold and snowy. The mother cow refused point blank to go in so I left the door ajar so as she could see the calf and retired for the night. 

This morning, still dark, dogs barking had me looking out of the kitchen window. There was the cow in the back garden looking back at me. She had jumped two fences to get where she was. She followed me back to the byre, I freed the calf from its snug pen, the cow mooed, the calf mooed and promptly ran out of the door to join its mother.

Hard to believe. But true.