Dave
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After I fed I went back to the front field with the bucket on the tractor. When the main ditch got cleaned several big rocks and willow root wads got rolled down into the field ditch. I wanted to clean them out. While driving out there I saw a cow calving. When I got done I notice a cow off by herself on the back side of the stack yard. Yep, a new calf. Drove back down the feed row and spotted one born last night. As I drove out I saw one over by the river. Turned out to be one of B's cows and she was getting ready to calf. I had some fence repair to do at the stack yard. Loaded up fence supply on the quad. On the way out I saw that cow by the river had moved down stream and was looking over the bank. I pulled over there. Dang the calf is in the river. It is being washed down stream. Off the quad and down the bank. Into the river about knee deep. After about 60 feet I finally catch hold of the calf. I get it out of the water but I am still in it. I need to drag the calf up the bank. But at the top of the bank are a growling mother and #41 the cow who wanted to kill us yesterday. Here I am by myself. Standing in the river in very recently melted snow. The water isn't warm. I found an old limb. I swatted 41 across the nose. The stick broke. Patty kept barking at the cows. Shut up dog you are no help in this situation. 41 finally wanders off. I pull the calf up off the bank and out into the field 20 feet or so. I drive up to the house to call B to tell him his calf had been swimming. I get on dry pants, socks, and shoes. Get there just behind B. Guess what that cow has another calf hanging 3/4 of the way out. Lets add twins to this adventure just to make things more fun.