When I first married Terry and we moved to the farm (I grew up in a orchard) Mr. Davis’ Dad and the now, Mr. Davis, continued to rent our farm for the calving out of their spring’n heifers.  (These are usually two-year old cows having their first calf.)

Those many years ago (46 and counting) the Mr. Davis’ raised Hereford’s.  I adore Hereford cattle.  It was the cattle of my youth.

Terry and I had Dairy cows and Angus beef cows  giving us delightful and wonderful calves.

Over time, as the ‘now’ Mr. Davis took over he started adding in Charolais cattle to his mix. Until he had only Charolais.  Now he is bringing back the Hereford bloodline.   This has created  a variety of beautiful little baby cows calves ranging from buff, to brown, and a mix of Hereford colors.

All little calves are beautiful

…but when you see a brand-new Charolais calf—you really must agree that they just sparkle.  The white glitters and glows.  While the others will mix in well with the brush or the surrounding countryside these little ones have a hard time blending in.

It won’t be long now until all the Mom’s have calves out–about two more weeks.  Once the babies have all arrived Mr. Davis and his daughter will arrive on horses, with a horse trailer, to gather the herd and take them to another pasture closer to their home.  (The horse trailer is for the newest little ones to ride in, since walking would be way too much)

Until then Terry and I will walk about  searching for little ones, looking to see if they are okay, talking gently to the Mom’s (they don’t even get excited now, even though the dogs are with me) and looking for the color of glitter stuck here and there waiting for Mom to come back to get them.

(Mom cows either leave the babies with a cow babysitter, or they will tell the calf ‘to stay right here, don’t move until I get back’; the calf stays—right there!)

It’s Spring here!  The days are lovely and warmer.  Terry and I worked outside without coats or jackets yesterday.  What a joy to make it through the long-long days of winter

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda