Showing posts with label calf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label calf. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

BOOOOO!!!! a bull calf

Gert finally had her calf on Monday night.  Despite our many prayers for a heifer calf, she's had another son.  Oh well. He seems healthy.  Gert's bag is huge.  Fresh milk is on it's way.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

frank (the steer) update.

Growing like a weed.  He's not on mother's milk anymore, but is still spoiled rotten.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

New heifer-keenya , Is she full jersey or a cross?

Frank is so happy to have a little girlfriend, even though he's a steer now, and won't ever be able to do anything about it.  Yesterday I caught him nibbling on the burrs stuck in Keenya's neck.  Looks like love as far as I can tell.
She was advertised as a full jersey heifer, based on the fact that she was sold at auction with her mother and father in the ring at the same time.  Her markings make everyone think she's prob. got some holstein in her.  What do you all think?

Sunday, August 23, 2009

update of frank (now a steer)




he's getting a lot bigger now, still drinking milk.


Saturday, July 11, 2009

cow update...

here is where our milk comes from. been making butter and tomorrow the first batch of cheese. Also The pig loves to slurp down her homemade sour cream...















mother and child, looking forward to the big graze...





a family shot. Once Gert is bred back, her husband, is moving on to the next stage in his life. He's been sort of a handful to deal with, which is a shame, because he really is a pretty bull. I'm sure he'll taste pretty good tho.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

New life

This is Gertie,

And her new baby boy...Frank.


I am continually reminded that life is always renewing. As one dies so too another begins its life. We have had a couple of losses this spring, but yesterday our Jersey milk cow Gertie had a healthy bull calf. She is such a good mom. She delivered about 330pm and by 5p had the little fellow cleaned up and ready to nurse. Of course she chose the furthest point of the pasture to have him. It made for a long walk to the barn. Now what to do with all that milk?