This little guy was birthed yesterday and from the start you could tell his mama was going to have trouble keeping him in tow. At a couple of hours old he was hopping around and running back and forth. All mama wanted to do was nurse and comfort.
As you might guess this morning the little guy was nowhere to be found. His mom was bawling and calling out for him but to no avail. Son-in-law and I got in the jeep and covered all of the pastures and then did a three hour search through the woods that border pastures, through the thickets….everywhere, no calf.
This afternoon my wife and I decided to go up and see if the cow had found it’s calf….it had, kinda-sorta. She was over at the extreme south-east corner of the property, literally hugging the fence line, bawling with all she had. The calf had somehow managed to get through the barbed-wire, but could not get back.
I slipped through the fence about 50 yards away from the calf and walking through the woods to come up behind it and helped it navigate it’s way trough the strands.
Mama cow is happy and nursing, baby calf is happy, and (importantly) my wife is happy. Trust me on this, if wifey isn’t happy, no one is happy!