Sometimes even when you try to have a system, things go awry.
This is never more true than when you are dealing with living creatures who have their own way of viewing the world and could care less about yours.
#27 is a prime example of this. She was due to have her calf soon and was out grazing with all the other "soon to be mommies" when she got the bright idea to walk through the electric fence, have her baby and hide it and then go back with the herd for food that night.
Most mothers will stay with their babies and that is how we find the baby. But #27 must not have gotten that particular memo and being hungry she just headed back to the normal routine. We all looked for the baby but since she had been out free when she had it and it was rapidly getting dark we had no success.
There was a pounding rainstorm that night and all I could think about was that little baby laying out somewhere all alone while its mother was back fenced in with the herd for the night. The next morning I started looking again. The road gave testimony to what a gully washer the storm had been, leaving the roads dotted with small lakes
Funny how the familiar fields and pastures can seem so vast when you are searching for something not obvious.
So loose and on her own for a walk about, #27 headed to the tree line.
Good! That's where the baby was!
That may be where she had left the baby but there was no baby there now and #27 seemed as mystified as I was as to its whereabouts, looking at me as if to say "I left it right here...."
I decided to go do other things and come back and check in a bit and as I turned around to leave I saw a flash of white laying between the rows in the nearby peanut crop.
A night out on your own can do that to a body, danger is everywhere!
when the mother and child reunion was complete #27 looked at me as if to say "Its all good, you can go now."
before too long everyone was sorted out and back in place.
All that remained was to enter this new little one (a heifer as it turns out and not a bull) into the official record book. All of our calves are given a name and not just a number for the last two years. It makes it more personal and is working out really well.
Lately we have been having a run of "Knights of the Round Table" character names. We have a "Hope" a "Valor" and so this calf now has a name in the same vein of thought....
She is named "Honor"