I’d been keeping my eye on a cow I call “Number 30” for more than a week. Her udder had been swelling during the days running up to the full moon last week, and I thought for sure there’d be a calf then. But no. A minor snowstorm passed through on Friday but still no calf. The weekend passed and I began to think maybe Number 30 was just “bagging up” early. But today I found the cow off by herself in a group of trees, and this dandy little calf with her. When I came back with my camera to get a photo I was able only to snap one shot of the calf before his protective mom wisked him away.