I really wasn't wanting another calf to feed this year. But along came this guy. He was born yesterday and was about 24 - 36 hours old when we brought him home. He was missing today and Norm had to go find him. He was new when he saw him yesterday late afternoon and was walking with mom toward the woods. The problem is - he was a twin. The amazing thing is his size! He is about 100 pounds (average is 50 - 60 pounds) twins are generally smaller!, a bull calf, and is the size of a 2 1/2 - 3 week old! The cutest thing and I mean cute and you can see it in the picture above is his under bite! It will show better in the other pictures here. I have a good feeling about this calf..his temperament. He took to me right away, apparently he didn't know momma very well. And hadn't sucked much, cause he wasnt really sure what he was doing.
He drank almost a full bottle, very hungry, a little hollow in his gut but boy did this guy have so much energy when we went to get him! He fought us the entire way! I was thinking he would be a handful, and he may still be. But he tamed right up once he was in the barn. The whites of his eyes quickly went away and after 1/2 a bottle he was looking to me for it each time to finish it off. He will be an easy one to care for. He is a little gurgly and he is getting a shot of LA200 for pnemonia. I dont believe he is very sick, he has too much energy!
I havent decided just yet what to name him, I thought at first about Reject or Rebel, since he fought so hard with us at first. Then I thought maybe a boxers name. Hmmm will have to think on this. I have felt bad all day, not been sleeping since 41 hours ago and havent been eating well all week. And today I am really weak and even dizzy and shaky. I was really sick when Norm called to tell me the calf wasnt with his momma and his twin, and the Momma in me just couldnt sit here in the house when a baby was missing, alone where the coyotes could get him, cold in the rain, hungry, vulnerable, and without a momma! I just couldnt stand it and changed my mind in our conversation as he was out tramping in the woods and told him I'd meet him at the gate to help. I think its my calling in life. I am hoping to get to bed here in a minute. But I had to share this cutie patootie's picture first. I also posted in an earlier post today about the very first horse I've ever met and introduced me to the love of horses. I even posted a picture of me when I was just 3 years old! Talk about a blast from the past!