A little white-face calf was born outside my bedroom window in the predawn hours in the shadow of the barn foreground.
This calf and cow are headed in from the expanse of field where another newborn tries its legs and the eagles are fighting over the afterbirth .
Three new calves toddled, jumped, and skipped among the herd as the sun came up to touch the cold, white earth.
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