New orphan at the farm

The good news is that the baby is alive and well and about two months old. The bad news is that his mother died and we have no idea why. This winter has been the worst we’ve ever had for the older cows fighting amongst themselves. Hubby thinks this is what happened to “George’s” mom.
George is not a typical name I would give this adorable little guy but hubby thought it would be easy for him to remember and he uses it a lot.
George is still very skittish around most but is starting to come to me when I call. Of course, I get in his lot and talk and coo too him and am the one that feeds him most of the time. We will keep him in this small enclosure until I’m certain he will always come to me for bottle and feed or just when I call for him. We intend to put him in a small field with two yearling heifers in a few weeks.
The two heifers are beautiful as you can see and if you remember, one is Annabelle. Hubby wants to keep them close and have both come to him when called. If we leave them with their normal herd the older cows butt them away from the grain and goodies. He wants them to be in excellent shape when they are bred in the fall and give them the best start possible for their first calf.
These girls will be nice to little “George” and he’ll learn the ways of cows from them also. More updates as they grow, I promise!!

 

MEET GEORGE

Quietly waiting for his adoptive mom to show up with his bottle.

Quietly waiting for his adoptive mom to show up with his bottle.

Mom, is that you?  Why did you bring those dogs and cat with you??

Mom, is that you? Why did you bring those dogs and cat with you??

I'm not too sure about this but my tummy says otherwise!

I’m not too sure about this but my tummy says otherwise!

Yep, that's Mom and that's supper in that bottle.

Yep, that’s Mom and that’s supper in that bottle.

Boy, this stuff is good!

Boy, this stuff is good!

Thanks, Mom!

Thanks, Mom!

See ya in the morning!!

See ya in the morning!!

3 responses to “New orphan at the farm

  1. I love having any babies at the farm and you are so right about how much the urban and city kids don’t know about the farm. I hope when I retire to be able to allow the schools to come ( a few at a time) and visit the farm when there’s babies. I’ve raised so many different kinds of domestic and wild babies and love every minute of it.
    Enjoy your trip and hope you get all of that laundry done. I still haven’t completed my ironing as we had company last night until late and will have more tonight for dinner. We don’t entertain a lot but when we do we love it!!

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  2. So cute!!!

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  3. Well you have been blogging busy.
    Poddy calves, bantam mothers and morel mushrooms.
    1. Morel mushrooms first – here pretty expensive, either packaged (Fresh) or the help yourself variety. They sure are VERY tasty.
    2. Mother bantam – I’ll e-mail after my trip a story about my “mummy kanaka small hen of New Guinea days” – the best hen I ever had with a tragic end.
    3. Poddy calves – well that brings back heaps of memories of my very young days. We and other family members had them by the dozens on properties. They were a delight to have as our responsibility as kids. We had names for them all – I think in the 1950’s in one year of drought or flood – can’t recall which – we had 20 of them! All had names and were in a small paddock close to the homestead. The young bull ones were castrated as soon as we got them, the heifers lived to being mothers themselves back in the cow and heifer paddocks.
    The poddies when they were old enough to be taken off the bucket never forgot their silly names – Mollies, Sallies, Bimbos etc.
    I recall we, kids, crying our eyes out when the poddy steers were sent off to the sale yards for what they were bred for – food!
    You could ride into the paddock when the heifers were fully grown and call out their names and head up and towards you they would come with their calf in tow! Magic moments indeed. I am sure you have the same emotional feelings?
    Actually feeding 20 poddies was not the easiest of jobs for us kids, they all wanted the milk buckets at the same time! Manners didn’t appear on their ‘code of conduct’ – but we managed with some whacks to get some semblance of order! After two months at the most, they were weaned off the milk bucket list and put in with the herd /mob of cows, heifers or steers depending on their sex.
    I now wonder do kids ever have this joy of responsibility these days, maybe the rural ones – such a pity that the urban kids don’t.

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