Goodbye Woody, Hello Winston

It feels like it wasn't that long ago that Woody was born on our farm. He was the first non-human, non-poultry baby we'd welcomed onto our farm since we lived in Iowa and were thrilled to have a bull calf join our family.
Dolly had been running with an angus bull when we bought her and we had been anticipating his birth for months, not really knowing when she was due. Then one evening while we were outside and checking on everyone, I said something to Jack about how if she didn't give birth...