
Tina had put fresh straw in the stall, and the dang Guineas had been having a field day scratching through it, Scratch, Scratch, Scatter, Scatter... Tina would rake it all back in place for Molly and the new calf due any day. That herd of Guineas would rush back in behind her and get back to work. Scratch, Scratch, Scatter, Scatter.. I found it funny.



"Watch for the vet," she called over her shoulder.
I wasn't offended, I'm guns, knives, woodworking... she's livestock and sewing. I'm happy to stay in my lane.

Half hour later she's back in the door. "Bull."
She said she watched and waited and saw a hint of a toe, and gloved up and felt around. The head was out of position. She corrected that, and found the other foot. She pulled, applying steady pressure. Molly pushed... and Calf on the ground. "Bull" 1000 (ish)
Big Farmers don't get excited about calving, the cows do it by themselves. This is Tina's Milker and she takes good care of all her livestock....
Daddy was a huge Black Angus Bull, the baby looks like daddy....
The calf was up and walking within the hour, and wandered out of the stall to the water trough. Mom followed, still licking and cleaning. He stuck his head over the edge of the trough, like he was going to get a drink, but Molly turned him around and herded him back into the warmth of the stall out of the rain.
Once inside, he finally got breakfast, and MOM continued cleaning, for hours.... it's what mom's do.
Who here never had mom wipe YOUR face with a spit dampened napkin?
