Two days ago on Wednesday evening, there was a cold front moving through the area. Storms were predicted, followed by temperatures dropping into the 20’s. So of course when I checked on the herd one last time before nightfall, Ruby was in the center of the field, tail high and moo’ing. Her baby was on the way. I hung out by the fence for 45 minutes until darkness fell and I could no longer see Ruby. No hooves were present yet, so I knew there was time before the birth. After eating a quick dinner, Bill and I grabbed a flashlight and headed back to the field. Ruby was close to the rest of the herd with a freshly born calf next to her. I was thrilled, but also a bit worried because of the weather. By 8pm, a cold rain was pouring down along with thunder and lightning. Ruby was a good mama, I felt sure the little calf was warm, dry, fed and staying close next to mama.
First thing yesterday morning, I headed out to check on the new calf. Ruby had her baby nestled on hay on the lower slope of the field, well protected from the wind. The baby was a beautiful little red heifer!
As we began unrolling hay to feed, the other heifers realized a new member of the herd had arrived and a few came over to check her out.
In spite of enduring a February thunderstorm just hours after birth, the little heifer was spunky and thriving.
And then this morning, just 24 hours later, I walked into the field to feed the herd and found Ruby and her heifer lying a good distance away from the others. As I took a closer look, I saw the little baby was limping. Ugh!
Bill and I finished unrolling hay, and then turned our attention to getting Ruby and her calf into the corral. I moved Sundance into a stall in the barn, then opened a path through the electric fence to the corral. Driving the mule into the field, we loaded the calf into the back. But as cows will do, the entire herd began following the mule anticipating sweet feed, while Ruby headed in the opposite direction, searching the field for her calf. Sigh. Bill ran to the barn for a bucket of feed to distract the herd, while I desperately tried to get Ruby to realize that her calf was in the back of the mule. After a frustrating 15 minutes (I kept repeating to myself, “to work cows fast, work them slow”), I finally convinced Ruby that her calf was in the mule and she followed me into the corral.
With the calf safely in Sundance’s run-in in the corral and Ruby pacing nearby, I dialed the vet’s office. Dr Pat Comyn was available and could get to the farm within the hour. I was certain the calf’s leg was broken and was very worried she would have to be put down.
Dr Comyn arrived, performed a thorough examination of the heifer and determined the leg was in fact broken. One of the other cows had probably stepped on her. I held my breath waiting for his next sentence, was this fixable or the end after a short 36 hours of life. Because the break was not a compound fracture, Dr Comyn felt the leg would heal with a caste. I was so relieved!
We moved Ruby to the other side of the corral to keep her out of the way while her calf was being handled. Dr Comyn gave the little heifer a shot of anesthesia and once she was sedated, we lifted her on to the tailgate of his truck. Then, Dr Comyn got to work wrapping the first layer of bandage, followed by a layer of padding with a set of wires sticking out on each side. These wires will be used to remove the cast in 10 day. After 10 days, the first cast will be removed and a second cast added. Calves grow so quickly, that a second larger cast is needed before the bones are mended. I learned so much today!
A layer of orange tape was added to hold the wires in place and the padding on, and then Dr Comyn wrapped the leg with the wet cast layer.
Another layer of sticky tape, followed by a rubber glove on the hoof end to help keep the plaster layer dry and clean. Which realistically, will only be as dry and clean as a little heifer’s leg in a muddy field can be kept.
Dr Comyn suggested using a calf coat to help the heifer stay warm in the cold nights forecast for this weekend. With her broken leg securely cast, and wearing a cuddly warm calf coat, we set the heifer on a bed of dry hay inside the run-in to let the anesthesia wear off. I kept mama away from her calf until she was wide awake and back on her feet.
Soon the pair was reunited, although Ruby was a bit wary of the strange attachments her calf was now sporting. Because the heifer was so small, Dr Comyn recommended a different style of calf coat which fit her a lot better than the first. So I replaced the black one with the tighter fitting blue coat.
Ruby encouraged her baby to stand and move with a mama cow’s soft moos and licks.
All was going well except I realized the heifer did not nurse for the rest of the day. At 6:10pm, I checked on the pair to find Ruby laying on one side of the corral and her calf on the other. I knew the heifer had to be hungry and needed to nurse, so decided to get the two together before dark. After stopping by the house to get my farm clothes on, I then headed back to the corral about 15 minutes later just as the sun set. Amazingly, the heifer and Ruby were both standing up with the heifer nosing around for the milk, quite steady on her newly repaired leg. I sent a quick text to Dr Comyn with the good news. Wonderful ending to a long day!
This morning, I could hear Ruby was moo’ing at 4:00am. I figured she was still upset at being separated from the herd so I waited until daybreak to check on the heifer. The baby was fine, curled up and laying in the dry hay.
An hour later, mama and baby were happily starting the day together. Content, well fed baby and calm mama cow, perfect start to my day as well!