the golden girls.

Rose

After 2 glorious days together as a trio, we grafted the one I call Rose onto a heifer that lost her calf in the middle of the night on Thursday. I wonder if when she left this pen for another one outside, if she called back to the others like Dorothy did on the last show of the Golden Girls ...

"You'll always be my sisters. Always."

My guess is, she did.  

What a beautiful gift these triplets have  been in the midst of the mud, fog, and cold & dreary weather we've been having. They've brought shimmers of hope, and flecks of joy each and every time we're in the barn. All of us love them and their spunky beauty, but especially Ian. They are the miracles that he'll never forget.