On a frigid morning in mid January a tiny (80 pound) Jersey bull was born out in the deep straw in the loafing pen... And then brought into the house to lounge by the fire. He was fine, but wet and frosty so I put him in a wheelbarrow and dragged him in the house to warm up. His mother, Shiva, our sassiest and oldest cow, is 15 and has only ever given us bulls, but she gives lots of milk and we love her.
This little one, as cute as he is now, will be veal come June. We haven't named him, although we do name most of our critters. For now he's cuddling up with the older calves and drinking as much milk as he can get.