There are times, when watching a 3-day-old calf find its way back to its mama, that my days of devouring red meat come close to ending. In fact, I was a vegetarian for a while, when digestion issues came into play. The only reason I returned to animal protein was because I wasn’t getting what I needed (protein) to keep running marathons. While visiting my friend Joyce Friday night, she mentioned the ranch had a recent birth. Intrigued, I stepped outside for a look. There I found the little calf, on the wrong side of the fence, alone. Mama, seeing her baby’s distress, made her way over, coaxing the baby across to the other side. It’s a simple thing, this post, but maybe one that makes us think?