Do you remember your first bite? That clumsy, wide-eyed encounter with food when the world suddenly tasted different, raw, and new. A calf in Hațeg Country chews like that—mouth ajar, sounds unrefined, eyes astonished at his own ability to turn grass into life. He is both awkward and noble, a creature trying to master the most ordinary ritual, and in his struggle there is a reminder of our own fragile beginnings. Romania’s buffalo, once the quiet strength of villages, have not vanished into the