Looking distinctly wobbly on her spindly legs, yet drawn instinctively to her Mother's milk, this is Daffodil.
Yesterday started with a phone call from our friends who run Bluebell Croft, with whom we'd had supper the previous night.
"It was over very qucickly", we were told. "She just popped out".
Unlike a previous calf two years ago, which you were good enough to help name, or Danny who appeared last year, this one was always going to be Daffodil if it was a spring girl - and it is.