Back to the mud

I went for a lovely long walk past where the little calf had been and the shelter - and all three of the friends - had been moved.

I think I saw them in the main field, taking their chances with the rest of the herd. (at least, that's what I hope has happened.)

In any herd, there's always one...... a character...... one who wants to make his presence felt..... one who stands out.  This one was determined to make his blip debut. And who am I to deny him ?