Rosie and her red calf


Yesterday morning I went up the road to do the feeding and Rosie wasn't there with the herd. She gave me quite a scare because I didn't think her udder was big enough for her to be close to calving, but finally, after I'd driven all around the pasture, in the half-dark mind you, dodging limbs and stumps and all, I found them; Rosie and her calf. I was so relieved to see her standing up and with a live calf standing next to her I almost cried.

Yes, it's a little heifer calf, and RED like her mother. A little bit darker red, but red just the same. Rosie doesn't have much of an udder, as you can see in the picture, so unfortunately she might become a cull later on down the line, but for now I am just happy she didn't croak in calving and that she had a red heifer that I am not going to worry about that.

I couldn't get the camera to cooperate with me, so that is why Rosie has this demented gleam in her eye-the flash kept going off, but all in all the pic came out OK. Aren't they pretty?

Comments

Solomon said…
Seeing that picture reminded me of the part in the the book "The Fog" by James Herber, where the cows go mad and attack the farmer. :D
December 20, 2007 at 3:41 PM
Unknown said…
Oh! They are both beautiful! I love calving season! My only problem is that I get so attached to the calves. They're so sweet!

Calving season for us is not until the end of March. Can't wait! :)
December 20, 2007 at 7:35 PM
Calfkeeper said…
c: I get too attached to the calves too. It's one hurdle I will never overcome on the dairy.

jel: thanks!
December 21, 2007 at 8:13 PM
Calfkeeper said…
solomon: unfortunately tht sometimes DOES happen.
December 21, 2007 at 8:18 PM
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December 22, 2007 at 12:56 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Thank you Gledwood; please come again!
December 23, 2007 at 5:10 PM
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