This
summer was miserable for all of us here, human and critter. Both cows had their
milk dry up as there was no grass and the hay was poor and the heat was
incredible. We had started to dry one of the gals off because we had it on the
calendar that she was due to calf in early June but in a couple of days we
realized she must have slipped her calf because she was not showing signs of being PG anymore. We started milking her
again but she had dropped the amount and the summer was getting worse and we
gave up in about mid-July. We have been without decent milk since then. Not
sure at all when we would be seeing more. About a month, month and a half ago
we opened a gate to the neighbors field to let the cattle graze it since we got
rain and it was turning green (and yes we had permission, it was even suggested
by said neighbor) and we have hardly seen them since. Hubby has been driving up
there every couple of days just to check on them. A few days ago, Monday, we woke up to mooing.
The eldest cow was in the front yard, her daughter and grandkid were in the
paddock; they are not as good at getting out of fences as o' Lil'. Lily was put
in the paddock and hubby came back to bed. When I got up and opened the
chickens I noticed Lil's bag was getting full--OH! She is going to calve soon.
I told hubby what I saw but by the time he went out, which would have been the
normal time for him to do so, the cattle had gone up the hill to the field
again. He went up the hill the next day, Tuesday, to check on them and came
back telling me that Lily's bag was getting full and her teats were getting
fat. He thought about two weeks; I gotta say I wondered about that because Lil'
is about twelve and her body is well used to giving birth and producing milk
and it just wouldn't need as much prep time as a younger gal (production milk
cows are usually retired after just two or three lactations). Anyway, we were
discussing this yesterday morning, Halloween, and it suddenly occurred to me
that it was Halloween and I said (almost yelled) "Oh shit! She is going to
have it today!" Hubby looked at me confused like and I could see it dawn
on him; he said, "It's Halloween, it's a holiday." You see, Lily
*always* calves on a holiday, it doesn't have to be a major one, but it is
*always* a holiday. Come 11:00 last night and the cattle were still up the hill
so hubby went to find them. Lil' had had her calf around 10:00 to 10:30 pm
judging by how wet it was: it is a pretty little bull calf. We will have milk
in a few days, real milk.
To
put a little frosting on the wonderful Halloween surprise, the chickens, who
haven't been laying for about a month and aa half, just started giving me an
egg or two every couple days. I have too many young gals that were not old
enough to lay before the sun stared its downward track, they won't start now
until spring but my older gals we coming back from being broody and I should be
starting to get more eggs soon since it started. I need to clean the nest boxes
though.
We
also need to come up with an appropriate Halloween name for this little guy
too.
5 comments:
Very cool! Congrats on the newborn and news of getting real milk soon.
Thanks! We got a Samhain baby.
Any name suggestions?
Oh, I don't know... the first name I thought of was, "Boo!". :)
That's a good one. We both thought of "Spook" but I was afraid that would affect his personality: one doesn't want a bull calf that is spooky, bad news.
Maybe I should have put that as "easy to spook." Anyway, they can be dangerous.
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