Peaches the pony joined in on the fun.

The precious moments of discovery; Scout learns he can run.

Scout with his feet back on terra firma.

We brought Scout home  on November 5th, 2009 (he didn't have a name then). He was 13 days old. My younger daughter Amy was home visiting that week so it was an especially memorable day.

Scout came from a dairy that was my favorite from my cattle hoof trimming days. He is of the Ayrshire breed and also has some Swedish Ayrshire in him. He was living within the dome of a round fiberglass calf hutch so he hadn't experienced much of the wonderful world around him yet. He'd had his three days of colostrum (first milk) and was in good health.

Scout got milk replacer twice a day.

"Are you serious!"

New neighbors.

The calf in his new home.