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An Un-pic Day's Fervor
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Fern(Mi)    Posted 04-17-2004 at 03:56:02       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks Kelly: for the encouragement. Was a long day yesterday.
Friday started out easy enough; no rush, no fervor; Chores out of the way I took the front yard's brush pile down the road. Already have a burn-brush pile established between other cultivated fields. A nice morning, partly-partly, and feeling rain in my bones. Easing into my work I noticed where deer and/or rabbits had been eating at some shoemake growing about the site. Closer examination I had noted the brush had been eaten high and low. That high off the tops, while that low off the sides and at varied heights as if determined by the past Winterís current snowís level. Having emptied the trailerís load, I set about assessing fieldís winter ravages clean up. Driving about the fieldís I could make out the wild life deerís fain remaining impressions in the thawed earth making the shoemake stand a passing feeding site. The brush pile covering about two thousand square feet makes for some good wild life habitat. I assume both deer and rabbits taking their turns had browsed or grazed here. I enjoy showing this area to imaginative Children. It had one time been a cow lane. Further down there is a poor old beech tree that looked like the one in the Kebbler cookie commercials. Have often thought it a great picnic sight for a couple mid Summer lovers when the cornís twelve feet high. Oh well..!
Aching bones, Weather guessers predicting rain, thoughts turned to spreading hay field fertilizer. Took pre-spreading samples for next year as we had forgotten this year. Well, half right better than nothing at all. And, I challenged the long lines at the elevator. Shedding clothes by this time: wooly stocking cap and barnyard tux, I was traveling so light I managed to misplace my keys. Keys to everything: buildings, supplies, and machines. Two round trips this never ending road when another goal is in sight can sure wear a body down.
Over the fields I fly: Ollie in forth gear, four tons of urea and potash bringing up my behind, I cover hungry grass in need of rain. The rain I pray will wash this nourishment I bring into the plants roots. But, low and behold, obstacles arise. I darn near drive upon a couple self contained housing units crossing my path. Turtles, two of them, not once but twice interfering with my right of way with their own. Sight, slam on the brakes, and stop to let this menagerie pass.
Turkeys strutting their stuff about the Duck Lake pasture looking as if at some country dance. Pheasant taking flight my turning about the end of the field for the other way. A couple mallards take wing feeling Iím intruding their space my passing one of three seasonal water holes. A pleasant senses stimulating afternoon.
One load broadcast, a secondís in store. Back to the elevator. Best part this ordeal the elevatorís at best only a couple miles away. Rather than change tows, I simply ride the tractor both ways-always. This acreage finished time to move on. Thatís two miles and its my pill time. Checking supplies, time, and a thirst, itís time for a rest stop. Cell phone message, ďTwo cows in labor. Both are in trouble. Help!!!Ē HO Boy!!
Stirring dust, over the road, through the ravine, over the bridge, and climbing the longest grade in out neighborhood, itís only a block further to another farming scene. Two babies are on the way. There was already a gathering of spectators, hearing of the impending natureís deliveries. Thankfully they all stayed out of the way. Pressing two spectators into service we managed to push the expectant mothers into the more confining spaces of the barn. While I may be coming practiced, I ainít one to be much help to a cow while weíre on the run. Older cows more cooperative, these younger ones tend to panic in fright.
Both cows haltered, tied inside barn walls, assed who needs help first, and the quickest easier delivery first, I chain the first calfís exposed feet. The 4H twins father and I set into pulling the first calf on each motherís push. How sweet it was it was not a harder delivery. Flop-ker-plop, the calfís on the floor, quickly checked air way, removal of chains, putting that calf under the cows nose, it was time for bonding.
On to the second cow, we/she had a minor couple problems. First her placenta had not broken near the birth canal. Had to reach in and tear it open with a hand to internally expose snout and feet, thankfully all right there then. I hate having to search for a calfís extremities or having to turn one around. Anyway, this soon had my arms and hands in chain linking this calf to its new outside world. Keith and I again taking up the challenge set down to pulling. (A standing cow, pull down.) The cow in agony started swinging sideways. Wonderful, knee walking, slipping ands sliding through fresh poop, my appetite for supper was growing. We didnít have this calf until the cow had swung her butt one hundred and eighty degrees.
The calf hitting the floor wasnít/hadnít started breathing. Either the tight squeeze leaving momís body or impact with the ground starts the calf in its new outside world. We had heart beat, but no breathing. Trying artificial respiration we worked on him, took turns, stopped our panic, and I watched and learned, Keith found the rhythm and brought the calfís lungs around. Of course all our attention upon the calf, ma-cow lost interest. Getting out of there next, withdrawing our selves and equipment in such fashion as to ease the new mom back to/over her baby was key now.
Hanging up halters, ropes, a lariat should we had to make an impromptu squeeze gate I was glad all this was over. Before leaving, talking one more look down the barnís alley way Mother and son were doing well. I still had fertilizer to spread. It be another hour at least before clean up, wash up and supper.
Lordy, it felt good to abandon that tractor beside the fuel tank. Iíll start from there today, right after chores. Want-a see how the new bulls are?

I even took pictures of the whole days events, but internet so busy, canít get them through, last night or this morning. Must be a busy weekend thing?

Maybe if somebody reminds me later? The barn shots were quite graphic.
Fernan


Brand Spanking New    Posted 04-17-2004 at 05:17:39       [Reply]  [No Email]

Fern(Mi)


Newgen    Posted 04-17-2004 at 05:07:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
Fern, you talk about the Ollie, what is that, an 1850, maybe a 1650? Didn't you post a picture of a 4020 slogging through the mud once? Aren't you afraid it's gonna get jealous with you giving all the attention to Ollie? If there's one thing I hate it's sibling rivalry among farm machinery!! Oh well, time to go spread anhydrous! See ya!!


Everythings.....    Posted 04-17-2004 at 05:32:58       [Reply]  [No Email]
....busy or broken.
Fern(Mi)
Them's the excuses. Guess we're stuck with them.
Thanks FOLKS, have to be doing. Late already forgetting meds?
Let's see? my name to day is...........? Well Clink oughta know?


DD    Posted 04-17-2004 at 05:05:34       [Reply]  [No Email]
Awww Fern, what a way you have with words : ) Of Course we want to see the pics. You tell about these things and I can just picture it all so clear, like I'm right there and getting to witness this Miracle of a New Life myself. Thanks Fern! (((HUGS)))


Alias    Posted 04-17-2004 at 04:33:01       [Reply]  [No Email]
When I started reading this my first thought was to see if I had time, what whith all the things I've got to do today. But, once I got started, I couldn't stop. And, I'm glad I didn't. Fern, I truly enjoy your writing. Your words paint very vivid scenes. Thank you........gfp


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