



After leaving Pete and Kathy's, I was driving Rocki home and we saw a new calf in her front pasture under a tree....no cow in sight tho. We hopped the fence and sure enough the mom just left him there. We then had to get him to his mother so we tied a rope around him and pulled him, then carried him up to the front pasture (she has a 50 acre ranch, so it was a long, long way). His mother didn't want much to do with him and kept kicking him each time he tried to eat. We then decided to take him up to the squeeze shute so that we could contain 'mom' so that the calf could eat. By the time we did all this we, as well as the calf, was exhausted. While getting the cow into the squeeze shute we disturbed all of the wasps that were living in the pipe and I got stung in the hand. We delicately 'danced' around all of the wasps (while trying to spray them) while trying to get the calf to eat. He wouldn't eat, so we then tried to squeeze some of the milk into a cup and pour it into his mouth. That didn't really work either, so Rocki ended up bottle-feeding and probably will have to do that. After an exhaustive 3 hours of all of this, we called it quits and I went home. By the time I got home, Rocki called saying that she had just gotten a call from a neighbor (most of the neighbors have 50 acres as well) saying that they saw the calf early that morning with 2 coyotes lurking around. We couldn't believe that the calf was still alive with the temperatures up to 95 today.