I was at the farmers' market last Saturday morning chatting to my friends from the delightful Flanigan Hill Farm when I did a double take. There, happily snoozing in a little pen was a tiny Jersey calf.
They'd had a competition among the local kids to name him - and the name the little girl who won came up with was ...Calvin. Very clever that.
I hasten to add that Calvin the calf was not one of the farm products for sale. It's not that sort of market.