Published Thursday, March 23, 2017
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Curled into a tight ball, wobbly legs tucked under its small body, a black calf, mere hours old, its soft hide still wet with birthing fluids, pokes its head up from a pile of straw in a muddy field in the Shields Valley.
An attentive mother reaches down to lick it clean. Perhaps not as cute as a golden retriever bouncing around on a manicured suburban lawn, but still a heart-warming sight nonetheless.
This scene will play out 500-some times on Stuart Dunkel’s ranch this year.