Calving is always an adventure around here but today puts 'adventure' over the top to 'what a mess'
We had some nice days last week and the snow level didn't drop but melted around the edges giving the cows someplace to birth on something besides snow. That something was dry for an afternoon but more storms came in and it's muddy now.
we got six new inches of snow in the night and it's still coming down.
I don't know if she was over mothering the calf or just looking for a dry place to lay but I have a cold, semi conscious three hour old baby calf on my backporch. Not only is he cold and shocked he's covered with manure. Custer watched him be born a few hours ago but when came back to tag him he was down, mushed into the mud.
The best place for cold baby calves is behind the stove but the coals are too hot. So, he's on the back porch on Ruby's heating pad, covered with and old electric blanket (both set on low) in front of the heat vent. I thawed out a bottle of cow colostrum (whenever a cow loses a calf we milk the first milk from her and freeze for situations just as this) and put some in him with a tube. I don't know if he'll make it or not. I think the cow laid on him. The cow is a really good mother (both kids on horseback held her off while Custer gathered the calf up and put it in the truck. She was torn between hitting Custer or either horse the kids were riding.) Then she chased the truck to the corral where she was locked up while we administer to her baby. His eyes at least, have quit rolling back in his head but I am afraid he's hurt on the inside. Poor little thing. If I knew for sure he wasn't going to make it we'd overdose him with a narcotic and euthanize him. As it it we have to give him a chance....
While the hubby and kids were at the ranch handling this birth-gone-bad, a heifer in her town started calving. She's a little wild so when I walked out to check on her she got upset. She was on her side in active labor but started struggled and wallowing around so I just left her. Ten minutes later I peeked around the corner of the barn to check her progress and she was stuck on her back. This is a bad place for any cow to be but lethal for a heavy pregnant one. She was pretty stunned so didn't notice me and I was able to put a rope around her two front feet and roll her over. The calf popped out in the process (and immediately started bawling in outrage...LOL...) but the heifer just laid there, getting her bearings. By the time Custer and kids came home she'd come to and was mad. Call the authorities on me if you'd like, but we used Gabby as a decoy and the heifer chased her into the barn. LOL
Digger stood in the barn door. Custer and Jesse were just outside the fence where the mad heifer was. Digger called Gabby. Gabby ran through the heifer pen and the heifer chased Gabby into the barn. Just as the heifer got to the door, Digger ducked around the corner, Gabby followed Digger and slammed the gate on the heifer. What authority; Child Protective Services or the Humane Society, you call is up to you. The heifer is a warm place with her calf. She knows the calf is hers and she loves it enough to kill anyone who comes close. Now all she has to do is calm down and concentrate on her baby.
On the next check on the big herd Custer found and older cow who had injured her hip or her back. She is at full term with her calf but is unable to get up. I suspect she fell on the ice and popped out or broke a hip. Whatever is wrong she will not be able to deliver and raise her calf. Times like these is when ranching is no fun at all.
Our choices are to shoot the cow, put her out of her misery (she is suffering) and write her and the calf off OR shoot her and cut the calf out and raise on a bottle or graft it onto another cow.
We spent the lunchtime sharpening knives, warming up colostrum and preparing a rifle. My job is to stay home and keep an eye on the heifers, four of which will most likely calve today or tonight and Custer and the kids will take care of the old cow.
I just checked the cold one on the back porch. He's stopped struggling and his eyes are a little dull but not rolled back. Maybe he'll defy all odds and survive?
It takes a lot for me to question the life I've chosen to live but when I do I remember this old cowboy saying: 'No woman has ever dreamed of a CPA riding up and sweeping her off her feet'
Stayed tuned for updates...
I'd take pictures but there's nothing pretty about what's going on.
Lori
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FlamingO in AR
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