Well, just looky here...

You know, hubby and I are avid amateur farmers.  We love our 5 chickens (as well as the eggs they are laying!)  We have an awesome vegetable garden, which offers great produce in the summer.  We ALSO have a huge "herd" of 3 mama cows.  Two of those cows predictably dropped baby calves back in late December.  They are adorable.  The other cow, however, had not produced a baby.  We were quite sure that she just HAD to be pregnant, because, seriously, y'all, she was PLUMP.  (I hesitate to say "fat", because, after all, I HAVE been pregnant myself a few times.  Nobody who has ever been pregnant would EVER call another pregnant female fat.  Even a "bovine" female.)  But I digress.  We began to think perhaps she had a tumor?  (Yes, I know, it's a stretch, but hubby is a doctor, so he was looking for a diagnosis!)  Anyway, we had pretty much given up on old Bluebonnet, the cow.  After all, the other calves were born a mere one day apart.  We assumed she had not met our handsome bull, Hot Rod, who came to visit awhile back.  Perhaps he wasn't handsome enough for her?  Maybe she thought he was too fresh.  But, apparently, she was just playing "hard to get", and she just made ole' Hot Rod wait until his last day on the ranch.  Just LOOK what was waiting for us when we got back from our little "mini-vacation" the other day!Meet "Billy Bully".  We named him after my darlin' older brother.  (Yes, I know that sounds a little strange, but when I was a little kid, my brother and my two uncles named EVERY stray dog who came around the farm after me... as if being saddled with a name like "Betsy" wasn't enough fun for a young lady!!)  So now, every chance I get, I name animals after my brother.  It's really not quite fair, because this baby is CUTE.  

I feel an apology is in order to Miss Bluebonnet the cow - I thought she was just "plump", when in fact, she was just saving the best for last!  Welcome to the farm, Billy Bully.  We just love you!