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Fern(Mi)    Posted 04-17-2004 at 09:49:25       [Reply]  [No Email]

This was the second more difficult delivery I spoke of earlier giving the calf CPR. This pair doing so well turned them out this morning.

deadcarp-casting wethers    Posted 04-17-2004 at 13:27:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
Boy that one brings back memories (shudder). We had a red milk cow, regularly dropped heifers so she was valuable - well as the years went by she started casting her wethers. She'd carry & birth the calf alright but then shove out about a calf-can-sized heap of her own intestines.
The then-protocol (1950s) was to stop the cow's retractions, clean off the wayward innards and re-place them. Of course we're on a farm, miles from help other than grampa, and it can be the middle of the night anyway so we relied upon the farmers' credo "use whatcha got and hope for the best."
I might mention that only the part right at the doorway was inside out, most of it was just guts and would sorta arrange itself upon re-entry.
We first rounded up a good stout glass jug and rinsed it out, filled it with yesterday's coffee and a sizable shot of grampa's brandy (cows are cheap drunks:), wrestled the panicky cow's head up and back, jammed the jug alongside her teeth and she started swallowing. Meanwhile mom was warming up a pal of soapy water to clean the wethers. We menfolks would gather a horse-collar and start resetting the harness to fit her, and after about 10 minutes she would relax. In fact, she was so toasted she couldn't get to her feet and when she'd try to turn her head and try to moo and look around, her eyes would roll independently of each other. And believe me girl, i know you're trying but that didn't sound like a moo!
Anyway we'd scatter gunny-sacks across the gutter, start scrubbing and rinsing things and get as much of her as clean as we could, then go to stuffing and once she was intact, we'd place a big wad of gunny-sacks under her tail and use the harness to truss her up so they'd stay there, and the job was pretty much done, except for sitting up and watching her all night by lantern light. After a day or so she'd shrink back to where she could graze & function again. We never had any major mishaps or re-casts. Nope, they aren't all free & easy - by no means. But they're all miracles aren't they? :)

bob ny    Posted 04-17-2004 at 16:36:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
boy did you bring back memories i could almost feel it. i know youve been there me too but you had to use what you had on hand to do a lot of things that seemed impossible.

Alias    Posted 04-17-2004 at 12:41:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
I've been on hand to assist Mama cow with a delivery on one or two occassions, but we were lucky, we only had to use our hands. Never had to use those leg clamps with the bucket handles. Course, that was when I was young and could carry a cow and her calf on one shoulder...LOL. That picture sure does bring back vivid memories of bygone days. I know it's selfish on my part, but, I had such good times throughtout my life, I'd like to do it all over again. How about you, Fern?......gfp

Amen....Fern(Mi)    Posted 04-17-2004 at 13:08:24       [Reply]  [No Email]
Even the terrible adolesents. I can't believe I just said that. But discovering girls at the age of sixteen was most interesting. I used to think everyone of them silly, smelly, selfish little vixens. That was except mom. Mom was Mom.

deadcarp    Posted 04-17-2004 at 13:33:37       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well of course that makes sense - Mom was never 16! She's was always really old and scorched the bread. (Keep it up boy - you'll get chores outa her yet!) lol

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