It was April 20 and we had just arrived home from watching our son play baseball.  Grandpa was out in the field building a new fence and my husband glanced over to the girls pasture.  He yelled “I think you’ve got a baby!”  I couldn’t believe it, he was 3 weeks early.  I raced out to see.  All the girls were surrounding him and sniffing.  Up on his feet and looking around he was tiny (weighing in at only 12.3) but strong.  At 6 weeks old now he’s close to thirty pounds and thinks he rules the roost.  Named Shoeless Joe Jackson, he has an attitude! Check out his pictures in the photo gallery.