Bull calf, son of Pet

Mr. Velvet had a rich, velvety dark coat. A bit of a momma's boy, he hung back and kept to himself when it was weaning time. When he leaned forward to eat, his hair made candy-cane stripes on his neck, which made him slightly easier to distinguish from the rest when everyone buried their noses in the feed trough.

Mr. Velvet was not very vocal, but when he spoke up, he had the deepest baritone.

Bull calf, son of one of the horned mommas (before I could tell them apart)

When you're name is 'Spot' and you tend to blend in with the herd, solo pictures are few and far between. See that little dot on the far left, as the hill slopes up? That's Spot, on his birth day, with Harvey (center) and Mr. Velvet (right) waiting to see if the new kid is ready to come out and play. They're about 3 weeks old here and full of frolic. Spot, however, remains in nap mode.

Heifer

Tawny was named for her light brown coat, a clear change from the dark jacket worn by Mr. Velvet. She had a knack for coming right up to the gator in an attempt to barricade us in, thinking there'd be more food if we stayed.

Sorry, sweetheart, it doesn't work that way!

Bull calf

Pronounced "Fozzy", like Fozzy Bear. :-)

The cutest little wind-blown moo there was, and a whiner, too. During the weaning weeks, he whined and mooed until he lost his voice, letting out pathetic squeaks to voice his displeasure... until he saw food. Then he focused on munching. I'll give him credit - he did try to see if he could talk and eat. When he realized he couldn't, he opted to focus on eating.

His voice eventually returned.