Last night at 9:30 my dad rushed in from the barn to tell me that Meg, our milk cow, was giving birth. I had just taken my shower and was sitting on my bed looking at magazines with my wet hair up in a towel turban. I leaped up and flung the towel off of my head and out I went.
The actual birth only took about ten or fifteen minutes, but we stayed out to watch the calf stand up. I also helped Meg dry him off. She used her tongue, and I used a towel (not the same one that had been on my head beforehand).
Today it has been very cold and rainy, but Benjamin and Meg seem to be fine.