- Location
- Cumbria
On Friday evening I checked a cow that was due and it had started calving. The calve was out to its chest but hadn't been out long so I whipped it out with not much hasttle at all, a nice sized bull calf. It got some colostrum that night and suckled the next morning healthily. Mean while, first thing on Saturday morning a heifer had calved with its backside to the door and calved the calf under the door, presumably spitting it outside into a frosty puddle - its about -6 through the night here at present. The poor cold and wet calf was dried off and put under a blanket with straw and some hot water bottles and given 2 litres of colostrum and by mid day was up suckling and trying to dance.
On Saturday evening we had the vet to another heifer that was calving as the calf had its head back and we couldn't sort it, the vet got that calved all well and good. At midnight I went for a final check around and the first bull calf that calved on Friday evening was dead. Absolutely gutted and no real understanding as why.
It never ceases to amaze me how fickle some cattle are and how unbelievably resilient others can be.
I hate the sickly feeling I get when we loose an animal. The joys.
On Saturday evening we had the vet to another heifer that was calving as the calf had its head back and we couldn't sort it, the vet got that calved all well and good. At midnight I went for a final check around and the first bull calf that calved on Friday evening was dead. Absolutely gutted and no real understanding as why.
It never ceases to amaze me how fickle some cattle are and how unbelievably resilient others can be.
I hate the sickly feeling I get when we loose an animal. The joys.