The first calf of 2015 has been born in Asbill Valley, the 2-mile-long flat area with the road leading from our gate to the tasting room. In their daily routine, the cows go back and forth across Asbill Creek, and the little guy happened to see the light of day on the far side of the creek. And then came the rains, transforming the friendly creek to a roaring white-water river.

For a couple of weeks, we almost counted the newborn as lost. Then one day, Mama cow presented him on the grassy hillside for everybody to see and, as she crossed the creek and called from the other side, Bill Davis, our cattle man, was able to coach the calf into the water and up the brink on the other side. Happy ending!