Just ’cause.
Susie and her new calf. Susie doesn’t seem to be the most … careful of mothers, and her calf had managed to find his way into a completely different pasture. He was all alone, and in a lightly wooded area. Obviously, when he’s down on the ground almost dead, he looks a lot like a fallen log. So, it took us a while to find him. Once we did though, we put him and Susie in the calf pen with Avourneen and Kenzy. Thankfully he had recovered enough and seemed strong enough to let him and Susie back into the large pasture today.
The new calf. We’re pretty sure he’s a Dexter/Jersey cross, and he’s darker actually than a lot of our Jersey/Angus calves! His nose is white here because Kyle rubbed him down with DE. When I found him, he was covered in flies, and when Kyle put him in the calf pen he had maggots on him. Hopefully the DE will help that.
Not the greatest picture, but it give y’all an idea of how huge Susie’s udder is!
And I’ll end with a picture of my majorly fat calf, Kenzy. She’s … huge. Better a fat calf though than a skinny one!
Jeremy Beach said:
I can totally sympathize with Susie. When I was in 8th grade, I was forced to take a Home Economics class. One of our units was a two-week egg baby project, which I guess was supposed to teach me responsibility. We were each given a hard-boiled egg that we were supposed to carry around with us for those two weeks.
Each egg had a special stamp on it to prevent cheating. We were, however, allowed one replacement egg as a do over in the event of an accident. My first egg rolled off of my desk during the class that it was given to me, so my do over got used very quickly.
My second egg ended up breaking a few days later. I can’t remember for sure what I was doing, but I think I was tossing it in the air like a baseball.
I ended up failing that particular unit. In fact, my teacher decided to convict me for child abuse.
Thus, as mentioned, I can totally sympathize with Susie. Being a mother is so, so hard. I know. ;-P