....doesn't fall far from tree.
Had a heifer calve yesterday, it was supper time and there were feet showing so put her in the chute to pull the calf to get it out of the way. Well that's when her personality really started to shine through. Dang near brought the barn down getting her to the squeeze. Pulled out a nice heifer calf, pulled the calf around front to introduce it to her and gave the heifer a shot of oxytocin. No motherly reaction from mom. Dragged the calf back to a stall and let momma out of the chute. Well holy he!!. Somewhere in the calamity she made her way into the stall with the calf and I made like Gretzky and got the puck out of there before I witnessed something that would give me nightmares.
Midnight check the calf was out of the stall and momma was having a fit. Carefully slid calf under the stall rails, said a prayer and beat a retreat. 2:00 check calf was out of the stall, and took a run at me as soon as I opened the door. Decided to leave it out for the rest of the night and see if momma would calm down. 4:00 am calf was climbing the barn walls just like mom so decided that as the barn is getting old and shaky and I'll likely be needing it for the foreseeable future I better put them in a stout pen in a different shed where they could have a chance to be better acquainted on their own terms. No luck.
To make a really long story somewhat less really long, I kicked that dirty son of a so and so heifer out with the pairs and have a bottle feeder that wants to kill me. But I'm guessing if I don't have need for it shortly I can sell it online for $400 and wash my hands of the whole deal.
My wife tells me this heifer is on the cull list, and I don't believe I will argue with her on this one. :nod:
Had a heifer calve yesterday, it was supper time and there were feet showing so put her in the chute to pull the calf to get it out of the way. Well that's when her personality really started to shine through. Dang near brought the barn down getting her to the squeeze. Pulled out a nice heifer calf, pulled the calf around front to introduce it to her and gave the heifer a shot of oxytocin. No motherly reaction from mom. Dragged the calf back to a stall and let momma out of the chute. Well holy he!!. Somewhere in the calamity she made her way into the stall with the calf and I made like Gretzky and got the puck out of there before I witnessed something that would give me nightmares.
Midnight check the calf was out of the stall and momma was having a fit. Carefully slid calf under the stall rails, said a prayer and beat a retreat. 2:00 check calf was out of the stall, and took a run at me as soon as I opened the door. Decided to leave it out for the rest of the night and see if momma would calm down. 4:00 am calf was climbing the barn walls just like mom so decided that as the barn is getting old and shaky and I'll likely be needing it for the foreseeable future I better put them in a stout pen in a different shed where they could have a chance to be better acquainted on their own terms. No luck.
To make a really long story somewhat less really long, I kicked that dirty son of a so and so heifer out with the pairs and have a bottle feeder that wants to kill me. But I'm guessing if I don't have need for it shortly I can sell it online for $400 and wash my hands of the whole deal.
My wife tells me this heifer is on the cull list, and I don't believe I will argue with her on this one. :nod: