There are some things in life which you just never forget, and one of my fondest memories from a young age is the first time I watched a cow calve.

I was four or five years old and back then, our cattle were housed in a byre; two rows of five cows on each side. It was a crisp, dark night and I can’t recall if I felt more excited about being up so late at night or about watching ‘Brown Cow’ calving from the safety of my mother’s arms. Hearing that motherly whinge from the cow and the flapping of the newborn calf’s ears as he shook his head, has stayed with me to this day.