They did not want to stay with me in the barn where I was taking pictures the new calves.  I love the barn at the Putney School more than they.  I love the calves, their dark moon eyes, their tiny hooves, the feel of their noses, the softness of their coats.  I love their innocence.

When I walked out of the barn toward The Puddle, there they were.  My angels.  I walked up quietly so that I could catch them, just like that, just there.