Saturday, May 12, 2007
Third time's a charm..........
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Well, it is Saturday, and we slept in. When I
got up, I went out to feed my sheep and check on the cows. I loaded my
wheel barrow and then decided to go out the field to check on the one
cow that I thought was ready to calve any minute. Of course, I have
thought that since Thursday, but I knew it was close. Scooter is my
morning helper, and we walked out to the field. As we got closer to her
she was mooing like the other cow had done when her calf was on the
other side of the fence. So......I continued walking now looking in the
tall grass for a sleeping calf. I passed the cow, and she looked the
same to me. I went to the end of the fence and then continued back
looking on the other side. As I got up to where the cow was standing
about 10 feet into the field, she pushed, and the calf began to emerge.
I high tailed it into the house to get Jake thinking I would have
enough time. Seeing me hurry is a real hoot. I can't run, but I can
still try. I ran into the house and told him the news and headed back
to the field. I needn't have worried. It took her about 15 minutes to
deliver the calf. On the last push she stood up, and the calf
dropped to the ground. Thank heaven it didn't break it neck.
The pictures show the calf's first attempts at standing up. Again, three times and it was up. We did not know at this point if it was a boy or girl.
I finally did it. I saw a calf born. I will admit it got me worried for a
while there when she was pushing and not much was happening, but we got
through it. Of course, the calf was born in the dirt, and the more the
mother licked, the more dirtier the calf got. After the calf was up for a
short time, it began looking for its first meal and was successful
after a few tries. What a miracle, both the birth and the instinct that
both mom and calf have for this blessed event. Nice Mother's Day
weekend present from both of them.