Saturday, April 17, 2010
So... she was pregnant after all!
In the evening, Huck called to ask if Hendrika had taken her calf in to the barn. Nope. And he suggested that needed to happen for safety and warmth.
"Oh but their cows. They'll just do whatever it is they do in the wild." I breezed.
"um..." Huckleberry paused to allow me the glory of recanting all on my own.
So, I pulled out my library of cow care books and discovered that baby calves can indeed get way too cold and can be devoured by neighborhood dogs. But I also learned the very convenient fact and a cow, if she has her druthers, will stay in the spot she gave birth for two days. And also, don't try to lead her away from it with the calf because she will kill you. No. Seriously. She'll kill you.
Finally, I shook some grain in the barn. Hendrika came running. I slammed the corral shut. And Huck tried to scoop up the baby. But that thing was ninety pounds! It was a floppy, fally, slippy transfer. But we got them both in and shut the doors!
Yoko brought her kids and husband out to see the baby yesterday. And her husband noted a penis on our calf. But I swear I saw her peeing out of her butt. I thought that thing in the middle was some sort of umbilical something. So... I guess we wait until the testicles fully descend, or not. Ginger may become Joe. I wanted a boy to be called Chew-Vaca. But I got voted down.