I went next door yesterday to see the new twin calves. Here's the neighbor's youngest boy, balancing on top the corral fencepost in a typical display of ten-year-old immortality:
Daisy and Lilly. And no, I don't know which is which.
Unfortunately, since the calves were inside the barn, I had to use a flash, which gave everyone white eyes.
If you look closely at the back left teat, there's a stream of milk coming out.