Legend has it that in the dark and damp shelter of a cave, long ago, a farmer from the village found a calf. A calf as golden as the sun, with a brightness so intense that it lit the last bit of his hidden stash. A calf of gold, deep gold. A golden calf. This legend has given town its name: Cuevas calf. But there is another more prosaic and much less mysterious reason. The folk tale that a calf was lost in the depth of night. His bleating of regret was heard by the people. Peasants heard the weeping and found the creature numb with cold. Calf Caves, perhaps this could be another name of your holy Saint Anthony, patron saint of animals.