We had our second snow storm of the year. It’s so beautiful but darn cold. Brownie (chocolate lab) and Atticus (Australian Shepherd) absolutely love the snow. But our little rescue dog Peanut (not pictured) has no fur nor meat on his bones to keep him warm. He went for a run out in the pasture but ended up with frozen paws and we had to take him in and warm him up. I’m seriously considering getting him booties and see if he’ll wear them. Poor little guy is from SoCal- he’s not meant for the snow!
Our barn kitty- Mamasita – has put on a beautiful fur coat. She hangs out in front of the barn watching the other animals in the snow. She has been coming in at night though to sleep in the mud room. It’s been too cold to make her sleep outside. She’s seems to appreciate it and is ready to head out in the morning when I go down to the barn.
While I’m like looking forward to warmer weather- I am dreading the mud and our barn flooding again. The good news is that we made friends with a local farmer down the road. He has a nice big tractor he’s going to bring out to help build the ground level back up in the barn so it will stop flooding. People are so friendly and helpful here. Makes me happy we moved to Tennessee. I see a lot of baking in my future to pay back the kindness.
I’ll sign off here as I continue to unpack and organize. Since I can’t work and am stuck in the house I have to keep busy! I can’t wait until it warms up enough to start painting the kitchen cabinets!
This guy has been on death’s doorstep one too many times. We are well aware if he was on a big farm with lots of cattle he probably wouldn’t have made it (unless of course he wasn’t bottle fed). He’s doing much better now- we are hesitant to believe he is completely out of the woods like I said in my last post. Although he is older than our jersey calf, the jersey calf is now bigger than him. But he (our Holstein) is trying to catch up now- eating non stop.
Yesterday we witnessed what felt like a Christmas miracle- he was running and playing like a healthy calf. We have never seen him do that. I wish I had a good video to share.
We had a good rain storm last week. Unfortunately that rain flooded out the barn. Luckily it was somewhat warm so at least the calves and goats were just wet and not cold too. The barn has a dirt floor so the challenge is to put in a good drainage system. Not sure what the previous owners did?
It’s funny this time last year I was living in the suburbs with not even a patch of grass to worry about. Now I’m knee deep in mud. I do miss the sunshine and having a running trail right outside my door- but I am so happy to be here in the country. Now we just need to keep our calf healthy…
Last time I posted something here was before Thanksgiving. It was just two weeks ago but it feels like a month or more. Our Holstein calf is still hanging on. I can’t tell you how many times I thought the end was coming for him. We’ve given him baking soda, probiotics, B vitamin shots, electrolytes… you name it. Every day he continued to regurgitate this nasty acid from his stomach. Since we changed his feed to just Timothy and alfalfa pellets it (the regurge) comes up bright green.
One morning he’ll be sickly and is slow to get up, but by midday is grazing in the pasture like he’s never felt better. Other times he’ll be fine in the day but by the evening he’ll spike a fever. Last night his fever spiked again and he was clearly suffering from something. Hubby gave him LA200 and this morning our calf was alert and perky. And no fever. And- for the first time in weeks there was no regurge in his stall. We know better to think he is finally better, but this is a good sign. Like the title to this blog post- this is a roller coaster ride. One minute he is up, the next he is down.
In my last post I talked about our Holstein calf who has been sick on and off. We’ve fought upper respiratory infections and what we suspected to be wooden tongue. By the time we got the vet out- the wooden tongue seemed to have gone away (could be totally wrong about that diagnosis but he had all the signs)- but he was still sick. He was throwing up all his cud and it smelled bad. The vet listened to him with his stethoscope and said he couldn’t hear any rumen working in there. He diagnosed him with rumen acidosis. Basically his rumen’s PH was too low. It’s like acid reflux for us but for cattle it can be fatal.
We suspect we have fed him feed that’s too high in carbohydrates. (The vet tried to be nice about it but we know it’s our fault). All the sugar throws off the PH. Now we are feeding him a baking soda solution three times a day, an anti acid paste, a B-vitamin shot and an anti-inflammatory shot once a day. And- we are feeding him only timothy and alfalfa pellets (mostly timothy).
So far, so good. His eyes are brighter and he’s holding his head a little higher. He’s grazing out in the pasture more actively too. Before he would just lie or stand there doing very little. Last Friday he had a very high fever and now we have it back to normal. We’re crossing our fingers and saying prayers he is on the road to health. Others might have given up on him but we feel we have to give him a fighting chance. He’s not a pet but we can’t let him suffer. In the back of our minds we know this might not be the last of it- his getting sick. But we’re hopeful all the same.
Raising bottle fed calves is not a picnic. They make for cute photos and it’s cool to see them grow and act like babies do. But, when they get sick it’s heart wrenching. Our Holstein calf has been sickly since day one. I think the people that sold him to us knew he wasn’t totally healthy. The vet thinks he never got colostrum- I think he’s right. He’s had upper respiratory infections and now we think he has something akin to wooden tongue. He is so sad to look at. I can’t even take pictures because it is heartbreaking (featured image is from when he was feeling better).
The first time he got sick the vet warned us that bottle fed calves often don’t make it and to not get disheartened. I cried when my hubby relayed the message. Now I am accepting of the fact that he might not make it, or that we might even have to put him down. I just can’t stand to see him suffer. Just like any baby- human or furry- they can’t tell us what’s wrong.
I’m really hoping he is on the mend. We’ve been monitoring his temperature (never thought I would be taking rectal temps on a cow), and he has gone from a very high temp to only slightly elevated temp. We’re praying that is a good sign. He still looks awful. The vet is coming today. I’ll keep you posted…
The above video was taken a few hours before his castration. If you read yesterday’s blog post https://ourlittlebigoakfarm.com/2017/11/06/so-we-castrated-our-bull-today/, you might be worried or are anxious to know how he is doing. The castration went well, but a few hours later he ate some plastic mesh that had made its way in the pasture somehow. Last night when we tried to give him his bottle he couldn’t drink because he was still trying to chew the plastic. I dreamed of him last night, about feeding him. This morning when I woke up was worried to see him in his stall still struggling with that plastic.
Good news! He is doing just fine, he was VERY hungry and sucked his bottle down in record time. CB said maybe he learned his lesson. After reading several stories on the web about cattle eating all kinds of junk- I am doubtful. But I am very grateful he is ok now. I have feeling I’ll have more stories to tell about his gastronomical delights.
*knock on wood he doesn’t do this again though
Don’t worry- this isn’t a play by play of the actual castration. I couldn’t give all the details anyway because I didn’t see it as I was holding his head. Hubby held the back end while our friend the cattle expert did the actual cutting. I was dismayed that none of our other friends had the “balls” to show up to help. (Sorry I know that was a terrible pun but I couldn’t resist).
I admit I didn’t want to help.
It’s not the actual cutting process and removal of the sacs that bothered me. I’ve taken anatomy so I’ve dissected cats and worked with human cadavers. I’m not bothered by that at all. But what I am wimpy about is causing pain. I really thought our bull calf would cry.
As it turns out, he kicked a little but otherwise took it like a champ. When we were done he was a little shaky and laid down a bit. When I went back to check on him he was up and about and ruminating. Our friend’s family has a cattle ranch and they do hundreds of these every year. The calves go back out in the pasture when they are done.
And there was no question it needed to be done. He was starting to get aggressive. This morning he was kicking around like a rodeo bull. CB got a little worried when he ran at her head on (she held up a wood board she happened to be holding to keep him back.). It was time, like it or not.
I was thinking yesterday about the fact that these calves we have are not pets. In a year or so they will be food. We really take for granted the fact we don’t have to raise our own meat (unless you are vegetarian). I am remember reading a few years back how Mark Zuckerberg set a goal of only eating the meat he killed himself. While I know that’s not feasible for everyone, I think that’s an excellent lesson in appreciating and understanding where our food comes from. There’s a joke where a silly girl writes to the commentary section of the paper and says it’s wrong to hunt- people should just buy their food from the store. While it’s a joke I really think we forget where our food comes from. We take it for granted that the cattle farms, chicken farms, pig farms, etc., are so willing to do the dirty work.
I’m not getting on my high horse and saying everyone should raise their own meat. I’ll be honest with you I am probably too much of a wimp to slaughter any animals. But I definitely am more conciseness about where my food comes from. And I appreciate the farmers who do all the dirty work. Where would we be without them?
So here is our Jersey calf right after the procedure. A few hours later he was back out in the pasture, hanging out with the other Holstein calf. I imagined the Holstein gave him some encouragement as he had already been castrated weeks back (not by us). Probably not really, but they do like to stick by each other. *smile
Now I will just worry a little about the stupid plastic mesh that somehow ended up in the yard. The Jersey calf ate it before we could grab it. Tonight he didn’t take a bottle, we could hear him regurgitating it over and over. I tried opening his mouth to get it out but that was a futile effort. Turns out that cows eat all kinds of stuff they shouldn’t all the time. We can do our best to keep everything clean but it happens. He’ll probably be fine but please say a little prayer he doesn’t get sick. I’ll keep you updated…