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We were walking in the back pasture when we came upon the pair, a mother and her newborn calf, away from the herd, life coming quietly into the world while no one was watching. The calf lay squirming, his momma cleaning him with long, tender strokes of the tongue. But the calf was eager to get on with it, the wide open pasture before him, a blue sky above. The possibilities seemed endless as he tried to get his four legs beneath him and take that first step. Over and over aga

It was not by choice that my husband and I first turned down an unknown path into the creek on our ranch, exploring the swelling caused...