|An aerial view of our new property: the blue outline is the boundary. Seventy-five acres of paradise!|
All this is going on while I'm on cow-calving duty. Lola calved without issue, a beautiful white faced heifer that my daughter named Lizzie Ann. Reba was doing great, over due by a couple days, but nothing of concern and suddenly she went downhill (one day fine, next day dead). The vet came up when she first seemed off, and mentioned it might be a twisted uterus or gut--he gave her some medicine, but it was of no use. I was heartbroken that I lost both her and her unborn calf, but that is the reality of farming. I stayed by her side almost every minute between Saturday night and Monday morning. I even pulled a straw bale over next to the gate to be able to lay down a bit and still keep an eye on her.
|Lola and a just-dry Lizzie Ann.|
Lola has been making lots of extra milk (I milk her morning and night to relieve her udder of the excess milk the calf can drink). I had been just dumping it (which is a horrible waste), but a buddy had a bottle calf, so I bought him to fatten.
|This is Wimberly, the new bottle calf.|
Told you it's been a whirlwind around here.