The Farm Giveth, and the Farm Taketh Away
Mar 10, 2017 21:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by mothernature on Mar 10, 2017 21:29:02 GMT -5
Soooo, yesterday I was jumping up and down over my new bull calf. This morning I go out and feed. All is well. Bitter cold and howling winds here, so I go out to check everyone again and break ice about 10 a.m. And there is another new calf, laying flat out, with his first time mamma bereft. It's not moving, so I think the worst.
I get to the calf, eyes are open and the mamma has licked her (yes, I checked that right after I realized she was still alive) dry on both sides. So she must have been up at some point, but it didn't look like she nursed at all. I couldn't lift her and carry her the distance, so I had to go back and get a wheelbarrow and try and push it over some really pugged up ground.
I get her into the truck and after about 1 hour of the heat on high she is bleating and looking around. My vet advised me to give her 2 qts of colostrum replacement (tried milking mamma, that wasn't happening if I was planning on keeping my teeth). I have a little greenhouse that is toasty and out of the wind, so that's where she went for the day.
Go out to feed in the afternoon and the Mamma is prolapsing her uterus. Call the vet. He gets there right before dusk. Can't get a rope on her and can't get her in the chute. She took a gate down and joined up with the rest of the herd. Couldn't fish her back out. I was jumping from mud clod to mud clod and finally went in up to mid calf and lost my boot. There was almost crying on my part, which is bad because I'm generally a screamer. My left foot is still slimy and stinky as I type this. We had to give up. Vet says he hopes her prolapse doesn't freeze overnight and we will try first thing tomorrow. I'm hoping to have her put back together, but she may need to be put down. She is a nice heifer and I am sad for this.
Before the vet came I put the baby back with Mom and even though they liked each other between the two of them they couldn't work out how mamma feeds a baby. So back in the truck and out to the greenhouse and another bottle for the baby. I'm hoping they will bond tomorrow. If not, I have a bottle baby. There are worse things.
And that, of course, is how it goes sometimes on a farm. But talk about swinging from one extreme to the other!
I get to the calf, eyes are open and the mamma has licked her (yes, I checked that right after I realized she was still alive) dry on both sides. So she must have been up at some point, but it didn't look like she nursed at all. I couldn't lift her and carry her the distance, so I had to go back and get a wheelbarrow and try and push it over some really pugged up ground.
I get her into the truck and after about 1 hour of the heat on high she is bleating and looking around. My vet advised me to give her 2 qts of colostrum replacement (tried milking mamma, that wasn't happening if I was planning on keeping my teeth). I have a little greenhouse that is toasty and out of the wind, so that's where she went for the day.
Go out to feed in the afternoon and the Mamma is prolapsing her uterus. Call the vet. He gets there right before dusk. Can't get a rope on her and can't get her in the chute. She took a gate down and joined up with the rest of the herd. Couldn't fish her back out. I was jumping from mud clod to mud clod and finally went in up to mid calf and lost my boot. There was almost crying on my part, which is bad because I'm generally a screamer. My left foot is still slimy and stinky as I type this. We had to give up. Vet says he hopes her prolapse doesn't freeze overnight and we will try first thing tomorrow. I'm hoping to have her put back together, but she may need to be put down. She is a nice heifer and I am sad for this.
Before the vet came I put the baby back with Mom and even though they liked each other between the two of them they couldn't work out how mamma feeds a baby. So back in the truck and out to the greenhouse and another bottle for the baby. I'm hoping they will bond tomorrow. If not, I have a bottle baby. There are worse things.
And that, of course, is how it goes sometimes on a farm. But talk about swinging from one extreme to the other!