Lot’s of little

There was 5 calves to tag in the 3 year olds today! And 6 in the cows! But there wasn’t any in the heifers…

Dad and Uncle John have decided they wanna try and grow there own bulls. We tried last year, but it didn’t work out perfect like they’d hoped. So this year they have a whole system for picking which calves to leave bulls. And how they do this is: First they pick the cows with low birth weights, then they pick from that list which cows always have low birth weight calves. Then they give you and average on all the calves BW put together, and you get a list of about 20 or so cows… But, this is without factoring in bad bags, and the cows over all body build, plus there attitude is important. Don’t want no mean bulls round this here farm! (Wow that sounds western) The sad part is pretty much 50% of the cows on said list have already calved, and once a calf is rubbered, it’s rubbered, you can’t take it off…

Oh and that rinky dink cow who had her calf in the snow drift I went out to get yesterday, he died. Yup, dead as a door nail…. All that work for nothing! But that’s how farm life works… Sad to say…

 

And some people have wondered how big teeny is, she is only up to my knee, (And I have short legs!) and she only weighs 65 pounds!