Griz

Glory, our smallest cow, gave birth expeditiously, but the big calf's hips may have hung up a bit. Griz couldn't stand, walk, or nurse without much back-straining assistance. 

Glory, usually unflappable, was beside herself. Two dear friends were dispatched to pray, and soon Griz was able to get to his feet and wobble to supper. After drinking his (sizable) fill, Griz even tried to buck. He wound up sprawled beneath Glory, but we loved his moxie. 

Thankfully, Griz is now as sturdy as he looks. 

"Courage is found in unlikely places."~J.R.R. Tolkien