It’ the time of year when cows kind of rule the roost.
We typically calve our cows in the pasture, and this year that pasture happens to be about 3 miles from the house and corrals. Which, has made things interesting. Right now the set of cows calving were bought partially bred, which means we’ve been pulling more calves than normal. We always breed to a low-birthweight bull because we’d like the cows to be able to calve on their own and we believe it’s better for the cow to not have to have the calf pulled. The first one we pulled died, and so did the mama, the second calf we pulled (for which I had to call the neighbor because the boys left me here by myself) died but his mama is fine -always a good thing, the third pair pulled are happy and healthy and I found the fourth pair on my evening check last night – the boys pulled a big bull calf and are both doing well.
Checking on the girls, for us, is a twice a day deal. First thing in the morning either myself, Burt (who works for us), or the two of us, head out and see what babies decided to come overnight, tag them, (with a number tag to match their mama – in the right ear for boys and the left ear for girls – to make sexing easier in the fall) and then at about 5pm each afternoon, I head out again to drive through them and see if there were new babies born during the day, or if someone is struggling to calve, or if there’s a few that look close, so we can keep an eye on them. A few times I have had the big camera and the few times I haven’t I could have taken photos of Owls, Bald Eagles, mule deer and of course the babies. Calves are so freakin’ adorable.
The following photos are a combination of the last couple weeks, between my iPhone and Canon 7D. Enjoy the sights!
Giving some colostrum pills: