Last night the hubby and I set out to vaccinate and ear tag a heifer calf born that morning. On the way across the field to tag that calf we discovered a newer addition to our herd. We tagged the heifer and set her and her mom out the gate into the larger pasture of cows and calves.
Hubby walked over to the newborn to see what the ear tag was on the cow and to determine the calf's gender. He walked u,p grabbed the calf by the tail and determined it was a bull calf. As the mom charged him, he caught a way too close glimpse of her ear tag. This my friends is Mad Cow Syndrome. There are some cows that the first 48 hours and sometimes until the day the calf is weaned don't like anything getting near their calf. This cow is one of those "motherly" bovines.
We managed to chase cow and wobbly calf into the corral, then the cow on into a smaller corral while we vaccinated, banded, and ear tagged the calf. Hubby headed down the alleyway to the pasture the cow and calf would be ushered into, to open the pasture gate and tossed over his shoulder. "Let her out when I'm about halfway down."
I waited, then opened the gate and sent Boots, the trusty Border Collie, in after the cow. The dog flashed out first with a snot snorting cow stomping behind her. Eventually the cow mellowed, sniffed her calf, noticed the gate to the alleyway open, and charged down the alleyway leaving the calf behind. I walked up behind the calf and tapped his backend moving him toward the alleyway. The calf stopped. I pushed, and he bawled. Before I could even register the implication of his plea, I heard snorting and looked up to find the cow pounding toward me, head lowered to catch her forehead in my chest.
Now, I've been down this road before with another Mad Cow Syndrome mother. That time she took me to the ground as my hubby pulled on her tail trying to distract her. With visions of my past Mad Cow ordeal, I backpedaled my feet as fast as I could, screeching, "Get! Get! Get!" My back hit the corner post of the corral and I panicked. Just as I braced to be hit, MavFreak, as we affectionately call our daughter's mini Aussie we are dog sitting, thought I was screeching because I saw a mouse and came running over all excited. That was enough to divert the cow's attention. I catapulted over the corral fence and stood there knees shaking watching the cow snort and charge the fence as hubby came strolling back toward the corral. "Was that you making a ruckus?"
I guess you've figured out my husband learned a little about Mad Momma Syndrome about then. ;)
