Ha! You guys cracked me up with your comments on yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday!
Actually, I needed that laughter… you see, just about the time I finished Tuesday’s post and then crawled into bed, the phone rang. The heifer Daniel and I calved out… and I took the too-dark video of the birth for you which is TOO DARK to post… well, he’d gone back to check on her and she’d prolapsed. Uterine prolapse.
Honestly, the pretty baldy heifer was now rated LowOnTheTotemPole. It was BAD. She had been up and mothering her calf and everything looked good, but she must have laid back down and continued to push until her insides were outside. Nevertheless, the guys had to try… so all three guys went back, got her in the chute, and shoved all of that back inside her.
Never heard of this??? Well, once upon a time, I wrote about it…
A couple hours of work and they headed back to bed.
Morning came and she was dead.
Just like that… Hours of work, no particular reason to cause the prolapse, but it happened, and she was gone. Unfortunately, the same night, Daniel had a calf that had a leg back instead of pointing forward. By the time he worked it around and got the leg straightened and the calf out, it was dead as well.
Most years, it seems like all the crap starts off calving season… the ones with troubles, the ones that die, the ones that seem to hurt the most, come at the start of calving season. It may be typical, but it doesn’t help the stress/hurt/frustration/helplessness/sadness of the situations.
I just listened to a podcast made by a friend, who was asked what’s the most important characteristic that a cowboy needs to have? Her reply was “fatalism”. Stuff is going to happen. Your favorite dog gets run over, your favorite horse gets wire cut, cattle die, storms ruins crops, it’s all gonna happen. You have to know that, and accept it, and determine to keep going. Our vet, The Good Doctor, always says that if you do something long enough… you’re going to see everything before it’s over.
I guess maybe that’s part of the character that it takes to live on the land. Now what? Do you retreat to the fetal position? Do you quit and go get a job in town where it becomes easy to believe in Disney movies and that Mother Nature is kind and benevolent? Or do you wake up in the morning and thank God you have another day to pet that favorite dog and ride that favorite horse and tend the cattle and crops until, for a moment, it is jerked out from under you… and then you get another dog and another horse and raise more cattle and plant more crops.
I think most people are like this, it’s just our job puts us here where we have more animals, more chances of #$%^& hitting the fan! Well. It’s hit. And it sucks. But it seems that Scarlett O’Hara and we agree… that “Tomorrow is Another Day”.
And those two babies I saved from the mud and cold *last* night? They’re walking on unsteady hooves and trying their hardest to buck and run and enjoy… which sounds like a great plan!