As most of you know, our house backs up to a cow pasture (the main reason I bought the place).  In the 10 years I've been living here I've always hoped to see a cow give birth in the field.  Well today it happened; well the birth did.  Unfortunately, I still didn't see the actual birth, but saw the calf shortly after.  So soon that the mother was still cleaning up the mess, if you know what I mean.  Gross?  Yes, but it's Mother Nature.  She left a little and all I could think of when I was putting Margot to sleep was how the neighborhood cats were going to be sitting around it tonight under the moonlight thinking they'd hit the jackpot.  Did I go too far?