I’m on a mission to show the lighter side of my life. Last week I wrote about Pleasures and where they comes from. This week I thought I’d share some laugh-out-loud moments.
I have an interesting ill health issue with one of my calves.
She refuses to suck the teat on the calf feeder. Or my fingers. This is very unusual. But she is getting better.
Cattle are social animals, so I like to put calves together in my calf shed if I can. I had another calf in with my little sort of sick calf who was healthy and could drink her milk very quick.
One morning, when they were about 5 days old, this healthy calf was being particularly pushy and I knew the other calf would be completely put off and wouldn’t even try to suck. So I put the healthy calf out the gate and into the big wide world before I fed her.
This is a trick I employ regularly. The calf normally explores a little, chases a dog, says hello to everything and does a few excited kicks and jumps. But they stay close because they haven’t been fed.
Not this calf..
She did chase the dogs. And she did get excited. But she didn’t stay close.
She ran, as fast as her legs could carry her, behind the calf shed, through a gate and into the next paddock.
If you’ve ever seen a newish calf run you’ll know it looks very uncoordinated!
This was our first big frost for the year.
The little calf, making the most of her freedom, galloped down the hill skipping and jumping and generally having a great time.
I was watching her antics while trying to get the other calf to drink so I knew where to go and get her to give her her feed.
I’m not sure exactly what happened, but on one of her down hill runs she fell down and slid for about five metres, spinning as she went.
My heart skipped a beat. I thought she’d be hurt for sure!
But calves are tough.
This is my lol moment…
She finally stopped sliding and just layed there for two seconds. Then she jumped straight up on her feet, looked back up the hill to where she started and shook her head.
She then, very carefully, walked back up the hill, through the gate and back around to the front of the calf shed.
I’m convinced, if she could, she would have been whistling!
By this time I was laughing so hard I was crying.
She was fine. She had her drink and bucked around her pen.
But she will forever be known here as our ‘Sk8r’ chic!