Most of you are probably familiar with my quintessential red headed stepchild, compliments of the neighbor's bull. After we got over the shock of finding a newborn red calf, Mr. TC named her Pink Tongue. And subsequently that was the last time he was allowed to name any of them. But she was the sweetest thing ever and we ended up keeping her. Prolific cow with a perfect udder, feet, disposition, raised huge calves and you could spot her a mile away.
Fast forward and I really thought I could baby her through another year. But bless her heart, she was almost 14 and had arthritis, maybe 3 teeth. It just wasn't logical or feasible to give her Banamine Transdermal all the time. Plus, I didn't want the possibility of having to supplement a calf - or an orphan. Her calf this year was a heifer that was only in the 516 lb. avg. That tells me I made the right decision. And no way could I pull the trigger. My vet put her at a solid 1600+ lbs. 3 years ago when she bloated on a hedge apple (and ended up with a trocar) but I could tell she was losing condition. But yikes! It's hard to be objective with your own cattle when you see them every day, sometimes multiple times. Can't see the forest through the trees. She was down to only 1310 lbs. (obviously some of it was shrink) and was a canner/cutter at only .89 per. And I absolutely was not at the sale when she went through. Ugly crying is awkward. Plus, her 7th calf was the one that got struck by lightning a few months ago, so double whammy with that lineage. (I did keep the orphan as a replacement heifer, so there's that).
Fly high, Pink Tongue!
Fast forward and I really thought I could baby her through another year. But bless her heart, she was almost 14 and had arthritis, maybe 3 teeth. It just wasn't logical or feasible to give her Banamine Transdermal all the time. Plus, I didn't want the possibility of having to supplement a calf - or an orphan. Her calf this year was a heifer that was only in the 516 lb. avg. That tells me I made the right decision. And no way could I pull the trigger. My vet put her at a solid 1600+ lbs. 3 years ago when she bloated on a hedge apple (and ended up with a trocar) but I could tell she was losing condition. But yikes! It's hard to be objective with your own cattle when you see them every day, sometimes multiple times. Can't see the forest through the trees. She was down to only 1310 lbs. (obviously some of it was shrink) and was a canner/cutter at only .89 per. And I absolutely was not at the sale when she went through. Ugly crying is awkward. Plus, her 7th calf was the one that got struck by lightning a few months ago, so double whammy with that lineage. (I did keep the orphan as a replacement heifer, so there's that).
Fly high, Pink Tongue!