At the grain troughs.
For now, I'm consciously enjoying each full night of sleep in my own bed. That will all very soon come crashing to a halt as these last few days will be the calm before the storm.
This is our first wee fella, born much earlier than expected. Luckily mum spotted his momma starting to calve when she was feeding. We snuck her in to the hay yard and waited until she finished the birth and had a few short minutes to clean him off. The wind was howling and it was about -15. I took him back to the house, got him good and warm and fed him some colostrum. Once relatively dry, I snuggled him in the blanket as shown and we rode the snowmobile back down the meadow to his mother. He was super happy to look for some breakfast, but quickly started to freeze up again (temperature was dropping fast), so I wrapped him up and took him back in to the house for the night. The cats were utterly disgusted, especially when he got free of his makeshift pen and walked into the kitchen while we were making breakfast.
All right folks, speaking of my bed....it's time. Never know when the next full nights sleep will happen.
Cheers and stay warm!