The calf is weak, trembling and lowing with fear. The ground is bloody with the remnants of its birth and already the promise of its death comes down upon it. How many predators are out here? Which one will make a meal out of this new child, now that its mother is dead?
The calf is weak, trembling and lowing with fear. The ground is bloody with the remnants of its birth and already the promise of its death comes down upon it. How many predators are out here? Which one will make a meal out of this new child, now that its mother is dead?