The snap of a latex glove causes some to shiver. Imagine an entire latex gloved arm! Yep! It is that time of year again; time for ultrasounding and pregnancy checking. We ultrasounded the bred yearling heifers a few weeks ago. It was a cool, damp day, but we loved every minute of it. The heifers looked great, and the pregnancy rate was awesome. Doesn’t get much better than that.
The Wild Child, being a ranch girl, knows you can always take clothes off if you are hot, but we might not always have extra if you are cold. She loves working with us, and is not afraid to bundle up. She is putting on an extra neck gator here on her way to the corrals.
Doc Beck from the Fallon County Vet Clinic in Baker, MT is the ultrasound magician. He makes our spring heifer calving MUCH less stressful by giving us all the details we need to make detailed sorts. Here he is showing Carmen the calf details on the ultrasound screen.
Where the magic happens… and shit.
The lost is found again. This bull had escaped capture when we took all the bulls out of the cows and heifers to go back to their life outside of breeding season. He was back with the heifers when we gathered to ultrasound. I’m sure he was sad he had to go back with his buddies and not hang out with the girls anymore.
Just when we were flying through heifers, one jumped up and popped a hose. Doc Beck had spares, Fred had tools, and before too long things were back up and running.
The breakdown gave Gary a chance to clean up his glasses and wipe off the rain.
Our friends Laurel and Christine, visiting South Dakota from sunny California, got to experience the whole situation. I am confident that they were happy to go back to their regular jobs and not have to participate in this job on a regular basis.
All in all it was a great day. The heifers tested well. The moisture is always welcome. We got all the heifers hauled a lot closer to home. And best of all, we had a great time all working together.
Until next time… JARW
Oh– one more thing. If you are on Facebook, check out my sister’s blog posts. Here is the link to two of them. I may be a bit biased, but Damn!! This girl is good! Enjoy!
Letter to my Good Wolf
Dear Good Wolf: I have a new key!
The Jennifer Principle
T.I.P. , Muhammad Ali
Kids in agriculture often learn life lessons much earlier than most. They experience the loss of calves, lambs, pets, etc., early in life and sometimes often. On the flip side, they are blessed to see the miracle of birth way more often. And, they learn about the birds and the bees earlier than most kids.
Tonight we had been talking about getting the rest of the bulls out of the cows as the breeding season has ended for us, and then hauling the bulls back to their home pasture to recoup and get ready for next year. Later while tucking the Wild Child into bed, after prayers, we were visiting about our day. She started telling me about a day in late June when we moved some pairs from one pasture to a new pasture.
“Mom. There was this bull with a dirty butt… I think he was #4. Anyway, he was riding all the cows.”
“That’s his job, honey. He was breeding them so they can have calves again in the spring. Cows can’t have babies without bulls.”
“Oh yeah. I knew that.” Silence… and then, “So moms can’t have babies unless dads breed them?”
“Ok! Time to go to sleep! Have a good night, Sweets.”
Sometimes it is best to leave the birds and the bees talk strictly focused on animals, especially when dealing with a 5-year-old. Yep— she caught me off guard on that one.
Until next time… JARW