I didn’t make it to the farm today but yesterday I stoped by to feed the new calf- I named him Charles and called him Charlie- some supper. He’s less than a month old so he’s still uses a bottle. I don’t know where his mother is but I am taking over her feeding duties till we find Charlie a new mother. He sleeps on a nice bed of hay, out of the wind, and next to another baby calf and his mother. He has a pen of steers looking out for him so I think he’s in good hands.