This summer was crispy dry. And now we have been blessed with cool temps and buckets of rain. Among all the other wonders rain brings, mama moos tend to be encouraged to have their babies in a storm. Which proved to be the case lately.
We had 3 calves born in 11 days recently. Guess how many escaped in the span of a week.
Sarah Jo got tagged & immediately left for the woods. Evidently she kept going, found a gap in a wire, & waited by the side of the road in a nest of fire ants to be rescued. Dont worry. I fed the ants before they got crushed.
The next day her week old sister made a break for it. Sibling rivalry.
Fast forward a few days and my only heifer due this year calved about 2 weeks
early. These babies are all in the 45# or so weight class & the fence just isn’t such a bright line for them.
Like the others, she was born ready to rumble and didn’t even let me get close before heading to the nearest fence, only to bounce right back through when I climbed under the wire.
This pasture has housed so many babies and prison breaks were rare before this batch. It’s just the year of the rebel.
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