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Our New Arrival

19 Apr

I shared that my cow Maxine was very close to having her sixth calf.  After I was out there checking her Tuesday evening, I didn’t see her Wednesday morning, but I wasn’t too worried.  She’s always had her babies easily and never needed any help at all.  My mom checked on her at 12:15, and there was nothing exciting going on.  When I got home at 4:15, she had already had her calf and it was dried off and up and moving.

It didn’t look to me though like the heifer had nursed.  She kind of poked around Maxine’s udder and gave one teat a lick, but no actual nursing was going on.  It kind of looks like she drug that poor udder through a rose bush. (Ouch!)

There’s no way I was going to be able to get Maxine shut in the barn and help the baby nurse by myself, so I called my wonderful ex-brother-in-law.  A short time later he came out.  Of course, he almost had me convinced that I was wrong.  He told me that it’s sometimes hard to see that the baby has nursed, so he brought a bottle of milk and said if she drank from the bottle, she hadn’t nursed.  If she wouldn’t drink from the bottle, she had already nursed.

By the time we went in search of the calf, who was no longer right by the lane, she was about as far back in the Back Forty as she could get.  Do you see the calf behind her?  They are good at hiding those babies.

We finally caught the calf and Norman put the bottle in her mouth and helped squeeze the nipple to get some milk to run out.  She latched on and really drained the bottle quickly.  Yep, those huge teats were too low for her to easily get them.

We walked them across the pasture, over the drainage ditch, up the hill, through the lane (without any goats escaping to the Back Forty) and into the barn.  Norman helped her get the teat in her mouth, but she is a stubborn little girl.  He said he’d be back in the morning to help her again.

I set about making the pen a bit more comfortable for her.  I brought a bale of hay, and while I was getting it in there, I saw the llama on the other side looking over the panel fence.  What does that llama do?  He starts spitting on Maxine and getting her even more upset than she was.

I ran around and chased him out of the barn, but Maxine was trying to figure out how to get through that fence now, so I figured I’d better wire it a little better.  Just as I’m about done wiring, I look up and see him glaring at her over the fence on the other side~evil llama.

The llama is now in solitary confinement in the Love Shack.  I’m not sure he’s too upset with that because I gave him a bucket of water that the geese hadn’t played in (i.e. clean) and some hay that he didn’t have to share with a single goat.  He might enjoy this a bit too much.

Meanwhile, MJ had followed us up and was in the lane looking into the barn trying to find his woman and calf.  I could just imagine him busting through and letting all the goats, Maxine and her baby out to pasture.  I told him it would just be a couple of days, and he finally went back out to pasture.

I returned to the task of making Maxine comfortable by bringing her a big tub of water.  Hopefully, she does okay with it.  She seems to be lacking in that department.  Usually, when she tries to drink from a bucket or tub she just spills the water all over, so I wired the tub making it a little harder to dump.  She was still pacing and trying to figure out how to get out of the barn.  No luck with that, thank goodness.

The calf still hadn’t nursed this morning, but Norman has been coming and helping her throughout the day.

I hope she gets this figured out soon.  I just tried helping her too, but she’s awfully stubborn, I’m quite short, and I was not successful.  Hopefully she’s nursed on her own.  I will try and help again soon (or call Norm or my nephew).

Linking to Friday’s Fences.  I promise I had fence that wasn’t a cattle panel ready to go until all this happened.  Maybe next week.

Linking to Dolly’s Blog Hop.

Linking to Forever Farmgirls Friday.

Linking to Farmgirl Friday.

Linking to Camera Critters.

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