I woke up the other morning to a little bundle of excitement. Sometime in the wee hours of a cold, frosty morning, a little sweetheart was born. And because it was so cold...
And so we did.
What a treat to wake up in the morning to find a baby calf in your entryway. C & L were very much interested although very confused. I am so glad my kids get to have these experiences. Even though they are messy and stinky (the calves that is, not the kids - well maybe the kids), it is so rewarding to watch their first moments of life.
We were a little late on our trip to town Friday morning. Petting the calf and telling her how happy we are that she signifies the arrival of spring is a very important job.
When they do finally learn how to stand, they typically go immediately back to mama. Four cloven feet can be kind of destructive. And also they are not potty trained. So Danish Cowboy loaded her in the back of my pick-up and we rolled her under the corral fence much to the relief of a very anxious and thankful first time mama. To date, we have about 10 calves on the ground and except for this little girl, none of them required human intervention beyond the routine ear tagging and newborn shots. Included in the group of 10 -- a set of twins! Hopefully bottle feeding will not be in my future because while sheep and goats will mother two or three babes, beef cows are not especially suited to the task. Stay tuned!