Here is our new calf, Phoenix, at five days old. It must be admitted that she is a rather ugly calf. She inherited the underbite of her daddy, my grade Jersey x Holstein bull Charles Bronson, and his white Holstein eye rims, too. When she was born, her head had been squeezed in the birth canal so long that capillaries in the whites had burst, giving her blood-red circles around her eyes. “Devil calf!” joked my friend Alison. But looks aren’t everything, right?
Fee has a small white spot on her right hip, a large one on her left, plus little white twinkles on her ankles and a white-splotched chest and udder.
The bottom half of her tail is white, so when she gallops with her tail high it appears that she is hoisting the flag.
When I turn the herd out at night the cattle put their heads down to graze and Fee immediately flings herself into a run.
When she’s out of breath she’ll stop by mama for a lick and a hug…
and a quick snack.
Katika’s supply has settled down to five gallons a day plus whatever Fee is taking. The edema is gradually subsiding.
Once Fee is refueled it’s back to running again. Up the hill…
Lucy’s old horse Birch does not like cows, but he manages to be tolerant of babies. His expression was long-suffering the day she decided to stand under his belly. Now she just keeps close.
And then another burst of energy.
A girl’s just got to have fun!
I’m off to do barn chores and milk early before opening the rental store at 7:45 AM.