Spring is here. Yeah, I know, people are bursting with clues; the Robins, the little flowers, tax season; all the giddy little signs that Mother Nature is shedding her winter duvet. My favourite sign is "The Spring Proink." This is a dedicated maneuver unique to the spring calf and if you haven't seen it, I feel sorry for you.
Shortly after a calf is born, it is up wobbling on spindly legs trying desperately to understand why gravity insists on being such a pain in the ass. At the same time it's mother, with a tongue the length of a beach towel, gives it a bath and starts to tell the calf how to do calf-things. Before she is half way through reasons why condiment jokes are in poor taste, the calf has started to proink. It goes like this: back end up, front end up, back end up, front end up, back end up, front end...up......TAIL...nice! These are full, semi-controlled leaps, not subtle gestures. It's hilarious. You can't watch such a dance and not smile. Pure joy, and why not? No one has told the little rascal that he's going to be dinner some day.
Happy Spring Everyone!