When the days become longer
and the earth begins to warm,
when the wildflowers dot the grass
and the insects begin to swarm,
when the birds begin to sing
their happy songs of Spring,
the new baby calves
make their beds in the soft green grass.
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My family owns a farm and we run cattle. I always love seeing the new calves and springtime is the most wonderful time for it. It's when nature is at its best.