Merry Much Happens

1159.641 - 1208.742 Catherine Nicolai

She'd come at the end of the summer, in need of some medical care and skittish at first. We'd soon learned she was pregnant. And one early morning, a few weeks past, we'd found her with a beautiful, light brown, fuzzy calf laying in the straw. The vet had pronounced them both in good health, and him in need of a name. I couldn't help myself. With his tan, blonde fur and round belly,