Severe winter weather is something my state does not handle well. Everything comes to a screeching halt. My northern friends involved in ranching laugh at us. It's ok, because they just gasp at the thought of our temperatures in the summer. Twyla seems to love to hold and hold her calves. I keep thinking, tonight will be the night. This is calf number two she delivered just prior to a bad cold spell. Just after these photos I moved the little "Bear" and mom into the barn to protect him from the high winds we would have. "Bear" shows promise as a future head sire. His sire is Wanamara Findon Royale so he certainly needs a royal name when he is registered. Yet the barn name "Bear" will stick.
Photo: taken Monday, Jan. 31st and the high temperature that day was 62 in the shade.