At ten days old, the twins appear to be doing fine now. Cliff will be mowing that tall pasture-grass for hay before long, but as it is, calves can be completely hidden unless you're really close to them. We'd seen the two grown cows today, but I had not seen both calves together since yesterday, and I get nervous if I don't see them daily. The cows are spending most of their time in the small pen up close to the house, so I decided to search there first. I figured I'd walk from one end to the other, starting at the back side and moving nearer the house with each pass. As luck would have it, I found them the first pass, and this was after Cliff had stomped around out there in vain for quite a while.
I've been a little under the weather this week: Folks, I'm sixty, and getting body-slammed by a horse and then having him fall backwards on me with all the force of his 800 pounds has slowed me down. The Flylady's e-mails have been deleted as fast as they arrive, this week.
I'm sure things will be looking up soon. If I feel up to it tomorrow, I'm going to go ride that old Appy up the road and see if I think he'll meet our needs as a kiddie horse.