Private Collection
This little black calf was born in Mr. Hyder’s pasture that was separated by a creek. The herd would have to walk through the creek under a bridge to move to the main pasture. It was pretty wet last year and the creek could get fairly high and the current strong, washing away the bank under the bridge. He was too afraid to pass, so he’d bellow for his mother til she came back. He’d hang with us til he saw her coming. Even when he was bigger, he couldn’t bring himself to cross. So often these two were alone together and loved a visit.