A week of birth. Three calves...two as yet unnamed:
And the third, introducing "Jean", sired by Kiss frontman Gene Simmons...
Uncanny.
But that wasn't all...
Yep, those weird slimy things turned into bundles of fluff. All together now...awwww. It is incredible that something so small can spray food 4ft up a wall. Less cute.
For now, there is a baby embargo on the farm. No more!! I've started stumbling around the farm clutching my giant Starbucks mug, hallucinating that they've opened a branch on the farm. Seriously, I've planned the layout in my sleep. I'm just waiting for the phonecall...we could totally get Gene Simmons to open it!