Mummy cow?

I do recognize that many of my posts of late has been about cows, but what else is there to write about when you work at a farm? Not much, not in my life anyway.

Today, as I was standing outside talking to some co-workers, I suddenly noticed a cow and a calf being somewhere they absolutely did not belong - behind a small thicket, far outside of their designated pen. Apprently the cow had exited the pen somehow, the electrical fence might've been faulty, or she could've just stormed through it anyways, and she had given birth right there, in the snow. The cow was easily lured along with a bucket of grain, but the calf stayed behind, knee-deep in snow, looking rather lost. "Oh, great, how the heck do I move this small, but-yet-not-so-small animal along?" Funnily enough, it allowed me to come right up to it to pet it gently on the head, and to my surprise it actually started to follow me around like some obedient dog, padding along quietly right behind me, tracing my every step. And here's my question: Should I take it personally when a newborn baby calf willingy follows me around like I was its birth mother? Do I look or smell like a cow? Either way, I felt kind of proud that this new creature put it's trust in me so readily.

I could've been a good farmer. I drive a tractor rather well, and animals like me (admittedly, I don't like all of them. Oink.). But if anyone of you so much as thinks about mooing at me, I'll chop your privates off and feed it to the pigs.