percy, alone in the lower pasture, under the trees, grazing in the pouring rain. i climbed down to the bottom of the steep gravel path and call to him and he comes to the very edge of the flooded field and stands calling to me to come and get him. i tell him he can cross the water, and bawling the whole way he crosses 20 feet of flooded field, first just his feet getting wet, then with the water reaching up to his belly. as he trots up the slope towards me, he is so happy to reach me and follow me into the barn to his beloved warm bottle. he is such a sweet, and trusting little babe.