T’was the night before Christmas…as the poem goes…
And all through the farmhouse…
Not a creature was stirring….
Except for these three who seemed to be on the lookout!!!

T’was the night before Christmas…as the poem goes…
And all through the farmhouse…
Not a creature was stirring….
Except for these three who seemed to be on the lookout!!!
Out of this Saharan dust storm walked momma and….her new calf! I’ll post more pictures of this newest baby when I am able to get a cleaner picture…a picture that isn’t blurred by all of this unbelievable dust!!