She had her calf. Brandon had tagged it at one day of age. Weeks ago, we took the pairs in her pasture out to the badlands. Except 812. On our creek crossing day I wrote about, Brandon had thought he had seen the calf, but we didn’t make it to the corral with it. We turned 812 back for her to go find it.
We all looked that evening. Driving around sagebrush and looking in swales. No calf. Brandon checked the next morning. No calf, but it looked like 812’s udder had been sucked. Vernon checked that evening. No calf, but, again, it looked as if a calf had eaten.
It became a challenge. Random checks would not find a calf, but we knew it was there somewhere. We’d watch the cow and she’d look west and we’d go look on the west side of the pasture. No calf. She’d look north. No calf. Oh, she was extremely good at hiding her baby!
As the creek rose, we didn’t worry so much. We didn’t want to swim a baby across a flooding creek!
Finally, we saw it from a distance.
Somehow, though, we never saw it while the trailer was here.
They were living the life of Riley. Alone in a greening pasture… hidden well when desired… creek water rushing by…
One night, 812 and her calf walked by our house! It was almost dark. By morning, they were back across the creek.
Until…
There was Vernon, four wheeler cowboying 812 and her calf across the field. She would end up in a holding pen, captured at last! She had a good run!
Find me here!
Clever Mama keeping everyone guessing where here baby was.
Independence streak!! and living a life of Riley!! walking by your house at night!! but they couldn’t out-fox Vernon. This is one for the books!
Wow she and her calf were alone for quite awhile! They must have been enjoying themselves!