Saving Calvin

So, I've got a pretty weird (read: amazing) job. It's weird in that it takes me to random places and introduces me to fabulous people. (Just yesterday I got to meet and photograph Marc Summers(!!!), a fixture of my Double Dare watching childhood and producer of some of my current favorite Food Network shows--that first link is particularly awesome. But I'm getting distracted.) My husband's job, on the face of it, is pretty run-of-the-mill, he manages a small machine shop for a civil construction company. Somehow, though, the herd of campus cows ended up in his job description despite his lack of husbandry experience. And so I bring you: Saving Calvin.Calvin is a days-old Polled Hereford calf, and he's not doing so hot. Last night I got to tag along while Greg played both vet and mama cow to Calvin in an effort to get him to pull through. (Poor Calvin had no name before I got there, of course, but now he is properly established.) Calvin still isn't doing very well this morning, but he sure is cute. C'mon Calvin! We're all rooting for you.