My coming 8 year old Jersey is about to freshen any day with her sixth calf. I was sure hoping for this week during the warm spell; it reached –40 some places here about last week. Her udder is full and her ampersand is swollen something fierce. Herself, and kids, and the Grand-Darlings like to watch the calf to be kick at the cow’s belly, a belly seemly dragging the ground. There’s only another day or 2 window in the weather and then we head into the yearly Northern Minnesota two month, deep freeze. A fellow stopped in last week to show me a calf that had been born on straw, in a closed barn, licked fluffy dry, and froze hard as flint before morning.