Saturday, March 9, 2013

Muhammad Strikes Again!

So does anyone remember meeting Muhammad last year?  Here's the link for a refresher  :-)   "Say thats not a milk cow"

The other night I get home a little early--ahh what a wonderful feeling!  I get the opportunity to walk around and talk to the animals and see what's going on.  Sometimes I really feel like a cow-lesbian because I check all their lady-parts to see how close they are to calving...but that's another blog.  So there's a cow hanging around looking all fishy and acting like she's going to calf.  Ok, fine.   I walk around for a little bit, she walks around for a little bit, I wish I had binoculars to see what was really going on, but oh well.  I head for the barn, but still keep one-eye on this cow (something told me she was going to have issues).  She finally lays down and starts calving and licking the little girl off.  Wonderful!  I'm talking to my bestie on the phone and start walking over to make sure everything is on the up and up.  Well, the cow and calf are on one side of the creek (which FINALLY has water in it again!  AMEN!) and I'm on the other.  All of a sudden the cow starts head-butting the calf..."I'm going to have to call you back."   Flashback to a year ago the same cow was pummeling her poor calf...and this year she's right by a creek!  I run around the creek and come up between the Muhammad and the creek, hoping she would back off and calm down.  Um, no, no such luck.  She's more of a 1-2-3 punch kind of mom, 1 lick, 2 lick, 3 punch, 1 lick, 2 lick, 3 punch.  This poor calf is trying to stand up only to get knocked down and around by her momma.  Not going well.  I try to get the calf to stand on her own and move away from the creek.  Well that kind of works...until Muhammad lays down The Chair (sorry only wrestling move I could think of) and pummels the calf into the creek bed.  Eeek!!!  I scramble down the creek bed and try to brace myself against something so the calf and me both don't go for a swim.  Which is no easy task when you combine mud, a slippery slope, a 80-lb calf with fluid still on it, me, and Muhammad giving us the death stare from the top.  Hmph.  Call the hubs, um yeah, need some help.  He comes over pulls the calf up and a good 20 feet from the creek and we watch to see what Muhammad will do.  Back to her antics....barn time for her!  So I wait in the pasture for J to bring the truck, keeping on eye on crazy momma and calf.  Can somebody bring a girl her drink?  I'm in the pasture and wearing pink coveralls watching a crazy cow--you can't miss me!  LOL.  J brings the truck and we load up the calf and Muhammad follows us to the barn.  We lock them up and assist in the milking process.  Next morning, she's all fine...its that first 12 hours after birth that Muhammad is a crazy b*tch!  It's never dull on the farm...LOL.


  1. Oh, Lord, Almighty. I cannot imagine!!!!

  2. At least you were there to protect the little critter. Imagine what might have happened if you hadn't intervened. Hope that calf appreciates you.