Woke up this morning and looked out the window to see a new born calf toddling around between Jane’s legs. She’s a wonderful cow. This is the 5th healthy calf she’s born for us, 6th in her lifetime. She’ll be 10 years old on August 20th (which just so happens is my birthday as well). She definitely has a special place in my heart. This calf is a bull, as was her last, but she bore three heifers before that, all without fuss. And she always produces a tremendous amount of milk, also with no difficulties. She is unflappable in the barn during milking, obstinate at the feeder in the winter, and thoroughly appreciates a good scratch. She’s a little heedless of electric fences (which makes her less popular with my father) and not the prettiest animal from the face, but from the rear, wow, what an udder! On a farm we grow accustomed to saying good bye to our animals but it will be a sad day when we lose Jane.
On going out to examine Jane’s calf I look out across the pasture to see Bold stand up and begin licking a white blob on the ground. And I just saw movement so it’s alive. Yesterday Jenna calved too, a heifer. Her’s had to be pulled out after 8 hours of labor, but it came out alive and well.
It’s unusual for us to have this many calving at once. This will bring us up to 11 cows in the milking string. We usually try to space out the breedings better but it’s really up to the ladies. Nine months ago was a good day to conceive and today is a good day to calve. So be it.