Sunday, October 21, 2012 –
Suppose to sing, “The Lord’s My Shepherd” in church today but had to call to let them know I’ll not be there.
I had left early this morning to do a few sketchy chores. And had this nagging feeling to go check the cows up N. No, things are okay…no, go. So I went N. Took Ducchess & Hawk…for some nagging reason.
Counting, counting. Hum, short the red cow. Looking, looking. There she is…tail cocked up. Get closer…calf’s hind feet are out. O Lord. Looks long gone. Well. Guess we’ll gather a group of pairs and take her to the lot. I would be LOST without my cowdogs. Handling some pairs, gather them to a group, put the dystocia cow with them and off we go. I am so blessed to have some teams of cowdogs that are savvy enough to turn snarly cows, not injure calves and then respectfully take the cows and calves to the lots.
What a relief to have such great help. Go to work, not cause trouble, think about what they are doing, do their job without tweets, listen, pressure when needed, back off when needed, thinking on their own. My job? Get the gates, drive the pickup, feed them good food, clean their pens each day.
What a life we live together!
I was one shocked gal when I turned the calf’s hips sideways, it came out, hit the ground and took a gasp for air! I was totally convinced this was “an overbaked” situation and just get the calf out, tend to the cow, sob a little, kick myself…but, that gasp, a blink of its eye…I was on Cloud 9. It is doing really good. She cleaned it up, it was pretty dry in 2 hrs. and I helped it up to see if it had any hing leg issues, striped some milk for it, fed it a tad and left them be. Fingers x’d I can take it back to the pasture later today! TTL…my shepherd.
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