Kris stopped by to tell me there was a cow across the road from our house who was starting to calve. (The kids and I didn't notice, as we were far too busy
throwing raking leaves.)
He loaded them up in the truck to do chores and I headed out in the field to see if I could see yet another calf being born!
The excitement has not worn off, I assure you.
The cow was really far along and pushing the calf out easily. The calf's tongue was sticking out and she was moving her head around.
After she got this far, the cow stood up. The calf didn't come out.
|You look like you have a little something there.|
The calf stayed that way for a long time. Defying gravity.
|Hey, did you notice you have a calf attached to you?|
I could hear the mucous draining out of the calf. I kept thinking I should assist, but knew that if I weren't there - like the hundreds of other times - everything would turn out fine. So I just watched.
So did the other cows.
Eventually, she gave a big push and the calf plopped onto the grass. Welcome to the world!
Good thing you're pliable!