Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day! I cannot even begin to thank God enough! Everybody was having a blast – laying out and sunbathing! Soaking up some Vitamin D!
Naturally – I had to get out there and get some much-needed cleaning done. And take photos!
They were up and around – grazing. And then they’d all plop down elsewhere. Sometimes together.
Killian was having a blast!
I got the biggest kick out of a particular sight yesterday that drew me over with my phone.
From where I was standing – it looked like Bruce was trying to ‘ spoon ‘ with Patty! I don’t know about anyone else. But my mind has trouble doing the math between a totally non-relative steer and a pregnant cow spooning. It just doesn’t – feel – proper. If anything – maybe a bull and a pregnant cow?
But there seems to be a trend developing here. Every time I shoot pictures – we’re having to move cows around for one reason or another. And yesterday was no exception. In fact – it was another texting session with photos sent to our Vet.
Poor Patty was looking so miserable! She almost looks twice her size. And then – I realized her breathing was heavy. She had her legs all sprawled out. But I didn’t think much about that – because the others were doing the same – basking in all the glorious sunshine we’ve all been craving!
But she just seemed more restless than the others. And I wanted to count that toward all her discomfort from getting so close to delivering her calf. That is – until she laid her head down for a few seconds – before raising and swinging her head back toward her gut.
I began walking around to check her out – speaking very low and gently to her – asking her if she was feeling okay. She watched me walk around – listening intently.
” WARNING! WARNING! Weak stomachs should not proceed any further! “
It was as if she knew the look on my face. Seemed like she understood when I mentioned not being able to see anything because of the way she was laying so close to Bruce.
She stood up to give me a full view. I shot photos and texted them over to the Vet. She says it, “ Looks like a baby may be coming soon. “ When I asked for more specifics – her answer was ‘ days. ‘
The barn is ready. The stall is ready. Supplies are here. We are already scheduled for our Vet to come out on Tuesday. I checked on everybody before dropping dead in bed last night.
I am overwhelmed with this feeling of pure apprehension that is just – totally – surprising me. I know I’m gonna cry like a baby when I see that very first brand new baby calf drop on our property.
And I don’t wanna do that when I’m all alone – without somebody else here to do the thinking for me!