Let Spring begin….

….others look for the first robin….or first blade of grass.  A cattleman, of course, looks for the first calf.  And ours was born overnight to one of our Devon/Senepol dams….the proud papa (though he was a half-mile away in another pasture) was one of our TDA English bulls, Highwayman.

Wooz had to go and tell the dad, of course, and swears he was looking very pleased with himself.  He’s got a son!

Actually, we prefer our calves to be born in the fall, after the summer heat in Virginia.  This heifer mama lost her calf last year and we rebred her immediately to keep her from getting too fat.