The calf was the sweetest teddy bear I ever saw, only better for being real, for feeling so many emotions.
The calf at her mother's flank stood upon the grass as if God had made this carpet of grass just for them.
Each calf has a personality. There is a gentle wit about them, a sense of real soul and a joy of living.
For the calf these past few days I have been mother, his source of comfort and food as he recovers. I could cradle his head for hours, giving him all the time he needs.
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