Granddaughter Dani (age 8) with one of our April calves
After we sold most of our cows to our son and his family a few years ago, we let them use our range permit (summer pasture on BLM for 4 months), and we’ve kept our smaller herd here at home. Thus we no longer have to calve in January to have the cows bred in April before turnout on the range.
We’ve been calving in April for several years, and theoretically, it should be easier than calving in subzero weather, right? The April weather this year wasn’t severely cold, but it was so nasty — with snow and wind — that we were glad we have a barn.
Dani loves to make friends with all the calves.
In late March we put the cows in our small pasture and maternity pen near the house where we could start watching them more closely. Eight-year-old Dani (our youngest granddaughter) helped me make this year’s calving calendar showing the dates when each cow was due to calve. We had due dates on most of them, from their breeding dates, and estimates on the other cows’ due dates from the veterinarian’s preg-checking.
We started “training” the 2-year-old heifers so they would be easy to put in the barn for calving if the weather was bad. We lured them into the hold pen with hay, then gently herded them to the pen in front of the barn, where the doors were open, with alfalfa hay inside. We put them into the barn, and even though a couple of them were reluctant to go in, they stayed in awhile after they found out there were “treats” to eat. The next day they all went into the barn on their own — to eat alfalfa.
Freddy, one of our oldest cows, started calving the afternoon of March 30. About the time she started serious labor, at 9:00 p.m., a cold wind was blowing, so we put her in the barn to calve. She had a nice black bull. Freddy’s udder has sagged a bit in old age. Her big bull calf was so tall that he couldn’t figure out how to bend his head down low enough to get on a teat, so Andrea and I quietly went into the barn stall and helped him nurse. I rubbed his hind end and kept him pointed in the right direction while Andrea slipped a teat in his mouth. Freddy always has a lot of colostrum, so Andrea milked a little of the extra into a small pitcher — in case we need it for an emergency. By the time we finished helping Freddy’s calf nurse, Rosalie had started calving, so we put her in the barn also, and she had a bull calf at 2:00 a.m.
Freddy and Thunder Bull enjoying a mother-son moment.
We had several more calves in the following days. Dani named the first ones Thunder Bull, Lightning Strike, Brownie Tip Tail, Merrinina, Bug Eyed Bear, and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
For the 3 weeks we were calving, Andrea came down from her house to watch the cows during the first part of each night, until I got up about 4:00 a.m. to type articles and continue the cow-checking. One night Lynn and I went to bed early, and I woke up at 9:30 and realized Andrea hadn’t come yet. I looked out the window to check the cows in the maternity pen with the spotlight and saw that one of the heifers (Buffalo Baby) had just calved — lying by the fence with a newborn calf behind her.
Lightning Strike and Thunder Bull were the first two
calves born and were named by Dani.