Here We Go...Calving 2010
- By: RanchFarmgirl
- On: 04/08/2010 10:16:58
- In: High Plains Prose
- Comments: 31
If you’ve ever wondered what it is like to ride the range on the high plains of Wyoming during calving season … here is your chance. Saddle up, we’re burnin’ daylight.
Calving season begins with ‘getting our ducks in a row’, so to speak. Quite a bit of preparation goes into gearing up for the busiest time of year (for us).
In slang lingo, our ranching situation is referred to as being a ‘cowboy outfit’. There’s no hay or grain farming, no large farm-style barn or related outbuildings. Our cattle live in very large pastures just as the deer and the antelope do. For that reason, we calve later than some folks … mid April being the target date. We turn bulls out on the 4th of July so that the birthing time frame is in place.
We’ll be moving our young ‘first calf’ heifers home tomorrow. They reside in a small lot close to the house so that we can watch them carefully. I’m the night watchman – the one who checks them at 11 pm, 2 am, and 5 am.
The mature cows are in two groups in two separate pastures that are ideal for calving. There is good shelter in tall sagebrush and enough old grass for forage until spring growth comes on.
We’ll move some of the saddle-horses to a pasture that has a corral at one end of it so that they can be easily wrangled. This pasture is adjacent to the calving pastures.
At home, we make sure we have basic supplies for problems that could arise. I get out a ‘horn bag’ that fits over my saddle horn so that I can put a few things inside. We usually don’t have need of such things, but the old adage, "Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it" is a good safety net.
So, it begins. Our first episode happened the other day, a pair of twins were born a little early. One didn’t make it and the other needed to come home for a little “TLC.” My kitchen floor has done this many times! Once the calf is ‘up & going’, she’ll rejoin her mama. We’re just getting our 2010 calving season started, stay tuned for more as we progress through this age old and true-blue American rite of spring ... cowboy style



Comments
I am so glad I found your blog. I have always wanted to live on a farm/ranch. My mom grew up on a big farm. I loved visiting there during my childhood. I enjoy your pictures and can't wait to see more calves.
Blessings,Vicky
Your baby looks bright and happy.
Calving season is the best ! Like Christmas for me, can hardly wait to see what the calves look like. We're calved out, much warmer where we are. My husband loaded alfalfa in Riverton, WY on Wednesday, should be home with it tonight. Your weather is quite a challenge.
Theresa is southwest Arkansas
I love your blog and the new babies! I live in the country and this is the first time I've seen baby calves in the kitchen...It's Great!
Bless you,
Sonja
Thanx for sharing a part of your daily life with us...
I luv the pic of your "hubby & baby" in the kitchen...white socks & all! lol!
The brand inspector came by and asked if we would foster a couple of abused “Zonkie’s” they brought in. My husband said, sure. They are the strangest critters I’ve ever seen. They have the features of a donkey, but look like zebra’s. I guess they are hybrids-a cross between those two animals. The girl is shy, buy the boy is a mischief maker. He chases our drafter horses (weighing about 2800 pounds each) and our Quarter horses everywhere, but they are pretty sweet creatures. They were starved and abused really bad. I just don’t understand cruelty and won’t tolerate it.
No wildflowers yet.
Treesé
Front Range Colorado Rockies
Sharon
Hillroad Farm, NE KS
I grew up on a farm "wanna be". We did have 4 horses, later a cow & bull...plus other various farm animals,as well as the many stray cats. I recall that we kids got the work part of the animals...mom was always expecting, and dad worked long hours away from home. Being a person of small stature, I found shoveling manure difficult, but helped anyway. My older sister rode the horses (I was too timid). One of our most memorable days tho, was one school day, when walking home from school. I saw numerous neighbors looking up our hill, in the roadway, with their pickups parked nearby...they were watching, as some of the men were trying to catch the bull, who was chasing my 40 yr old mother up that hill! It seems that my mother, always stern, always right, had decided to wave her apron at the bull, after he'd gotten out of the pasture, thinking he'd do as she ordered, and just walk back in. Guess mom learned something that day! It wasn't long after that my father sold both the bull and cow. Another fond memory was our one duck...he loved spaghetti & meatballs (leftovers from our plates)...after he'd finished he'd have sauce all over his chest! We didn't have a garbage disposal, mom had us feed all the scraps etc to the animals...spaghetti was "duckies" favorite.
Now I have a yard that doesn't have any real sun, so I plant in pots...but mostly my garden that blooms is of the quilting kind...I am looking forward to our move to Maine sometime, when I will have a chance for a real garden!
Your pics are wonderful....I'm telling all my friends about the MaryJane website too....especially great to read, on days when its raining and gloomy out...picks up my spirits!
keep blogging!
Nothing like waking up in the morning to calf poop smeared all over your floor & kitchen cabinets!
We ranch in SW ND, near the SD border by Lemmon.
It's sure nice to see a blog of like-minded women out there!
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