I was just in time to see the baby floppeting onto the grass. It seemed to take an age for him to stand up - his mother lay down for a bit, for a rest, then stood up again to give him a lick. He kept trying to stand on his long wobbly legs, then toppling over, legs waving wildly. Finally he managed to get all of his legs underneath him, nudged by his mother and what looked like an older sibling.
There were two crows that whipped straight in within a few minutes and started going at the afterbirth. Forgot my camera! Drat.