Yesterday afternoon my husband Took time out of his busy afternoon of house building, moving cattle from one field to another for our rotational grazing program, tagging a baby calf, doctoring another baby calf, and other assorted farm chores to instill some farm responsibility in our four year old.
I’ll have to admit, it’s a farm chore that even I enjoy.
Now, given that we are beef producers, we don’t often have a bottle calf on our farm. Actually, in sixteen years of being around my husband this is the first time we have ever had a bottle calf to raise. I am enjoying it, but I wish she was getting her Momma’s milk.
In this case, her mother just never came into her milk. This mother has raised fine for us before, so we are stumped. So is our Vet.
But, never fear. Her daughter is doing well between Cordell, Brie, Brian, Ella, Roy, and me, I think we might just all manage to fill in for an angus momma cow after all.