This winter has been much, much colder than normal for Virginia, I think. I can’t remember having a whole week of negative temperatures in our area. We haven’t had an abundance of snow like I thought we would have (knock on wood) but the wind and cold temperatures have taken a toll.
Two weeks ago we lost one of my favorite cows. She was a fifth generation cow raised on the farm and though she was a headache until she had her first calf. She was kept for breeding stock along with six other heifers and would lead those other girls through every hole in the fences or make her own wherever and when ever she wanted. Hubby threatened to send her to market so many times.
She lost her first two calves because her udders were so large. Her great, great, great, grandmother was a holstein dairy cow and they can sure produce some milk. All of her daughters were good milkers but Grace’s first two babies only lived about four days and we think starved because they couldn’t get the udders in their mouth and Grace was too unruly to pen up in a shed to milk. We had planned last year to send her to market with the fall calves but something happened and she never made it on the truck. She delivered a beautiful black angus heifer in early September but it took a toll on Grace. The calf was sucking her to death and she lost a lot of weight but kept that baby of hers well fed. During the big snow week before last, we think one of the other cows may have butted her down and she couldn’t get back up and froze during the night. Hubby found her the next morning. That’s the luck of farming beef cattle! Just when you think you might get two steps ahead of the game, your forced to take three steps back!