One warm summer afternoon, while doing my turn as a volunteer at the local Children’s Farm in the inner city of Oslo, I was watching a newly born calf together with Thomas, a 9-year-old boy. The calf was shaky on his long legs, and Thomas had promised to help me move it from the ﬁeld into the barn. He asked:
How old is he? About three months, I think. Did you see the delivery? No, he was born on a farm in the countryside. Have you attended the
birth of a calf? No, never a calf of a cow. However, I did see the birth of a camel. A camel? Where? On a holiday with my mum, somewhere in the south. That must have been exciting! But never a cow calf? No, never.