I shared that Maxine had her calf on Friday, but she was being snooty and not letting me help him nurse. She just has so much milk, and she’s not young anymore. Of course, gravity works. What woman can’t relate to that? Anyhow, we packed up Maxine and her big bull baby and hauled them to my nephew’s barn.
He has a headgate. Note the two following pictures are the only ones from the first couple of days because she continued being snooty. She figured out almost immediately that she could swing her rump roast out of the alley. Consequently, we kept three hands on her pushing back and holding her off us. Now, in reality, she could have smashed us like a bug, but we pushed hard enough that she knew we were inconvenienced.
Luckily, Firecracker Joe (name subject to change if I feel like it) likes to nurse. He went right to town and nursed really well while we had her in the headgate.
Suddenly, for no reason Monday night, she decided to just stand and let us help her without the torture and work of putting her in the headgate. Now you get pictures!
This is their next pen over roommate, Hazel. She is a bottle calf because her mom doesn’t like twins. She’s the calf that her mom didn’t want.
She’s also what is known as a freemartin. In cows when there are twins with one boy and one girl, it’s almost a certainty that the heifer is sterile.