The little critter looks just like this but without the muzzle. Don't know what that was all about. Here is a poem I wrote a couple years ago about my favorite calves. It's called "Calves Together."
That summer, we were calves together in the tall grass.
You came first, to brown Mary Anne.
Golden Iris is my mother.
They dropped us in the tall grass.
We grew together, gamboled together,
Licked each other, slept together,
Lay flank to flank in the tall grass.
The milk we suckled tasted of summer and green apples.
In the heat of the day we found shade
The rain kept the flies at bay.
We frolicked in the pasture, bleating and kicking our heels,
Calves without a care.
Glad animal spirits, nursing and nibbling the tall grass.
Drinking from the creek.
Seeking the green shade