With perfect timing the first of our spring calves was born - a lovely way to celebrate Mother's day. As any mum will tell you though the role is often a tightrope pulled taught by both instinct and fear. We weren't expecting calving to kick off for another couple of weeks so were surprised to find the wee thing cooried away in a soft pile of straw. The mother - her second calf - gently lowing as she licked her dry, nuzzling her tiny body. Calves can, and do, come in many sizes, but Fergus was immediately concerned that the wee heifer (female) calf was a little premature.
Luckily the lift in temperature meant she didn't have to work quite so hard to keep her body temperature up, but we intervened to provide her with some warm colostrum as she was too wobbly and weak to get up and suck. Her eyes watchful through it all, and her mum patient with our advances. This morning we opted to milk the mother by hand before transferring it to a tube feeder. It's hard not to get attached to the calves - especially the ones you need to mother yourself - but we talked about how tricky it would be if we couldn't get her strong enough to suckle independently. How surprised we were then that as we stepped back she wobbled her way over to her mum and started nosing around the udders to find a teat. With a bit of a guiding hand - success! A pretty good mothers day gift if ever there was one. And a reminder that mothering as an adjective can equally apply to anyone - even a hurly burly male farmer - just as much as it can to mum's themselves.
The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a blur on the farm - avian flu inspections (chooks all well so far thankfully), pig escapes, salad seeding, cattle sales and firewood chopping all adding to the usual routine. With lambing due to kick off at the end of the month there is the usual panic that sheds need cleared and cleaned, pens built and supplies ordered. Inevitably there are expectant mothers that need a bit of extra care at this stage so the morning stock checks are extra important and already we have had some ewes into the byre to keep an eye on. Between the cows and the sheep we will have almost 500 birthing mothers in the next 6-8 weeks - lets hope the tightrope holds up well.