Robert Mapplethorpe



We had our second calf born this morning. Our new little bull is the cutest thing. We have a heritage breed, so he’s quite tiny. About the size of a small border collie. The mama is still dragging a rope of goo around as I write this. It’s as if the calf escaped from her by tying meat sheets together. The principal reason we haven’t named him yet is he’ll probably end up as lunch and they tend to lock you up for naming your sandwich contents.