It's a boy!!!

So, I grew up on a farm but never really learned much about farming. We learned how to drive tractors and bale hay and feed cows, but never really learned when or why. Same thing with cows. We would always help in the spring to drive them into the corrals and give them their shots, eartag them, dehorn the ones that needed it, and brand them. We knew that Grandpa kept a herd to breed but we never really got too involved, only that we knews the cows had their calves in the spring. I had the lucky opportunity to go help pull a calf. I have never helped before so it was quite the experience.
The cow had started to have her calf earlier in the day but she hadn't progressed much. There were two of the calf's feet sticking out but that was it. We got her into the pen (after some chasing around) and Dad donned his birthing coveralls and some shoulder length plastic gloves. Yep, that's right, shoulder length. We roped her and I held her in the corner so Dad could work. We tied some strings on the calf's feet and tried giving a little tug to see what would happen. Not much was the answer. Dad and Grandpa decided that it was the calf's back feet that were coming out and that he was not turned right inside the cow. Dad made full use of the gloves and got the calf turned right side up. With a few more tugs on the strings the calf came right out.
He was a bouncing 62 lb 13 oz baby boy with dark red hair. The mother is doing fine in case you were wondering.

It was quite the experience! It's not quite what you see in the hospital when your own children are born.