Sparring Calves

Today, Hazel, in all her friskiness, decided to spar with a young heifer calf who is seven weeks younger than her.

At first, I thought Hazel’s mother was one of our heifer calves.  But David thinks he accidentally kept a cow who was part Dexter or Lowline.  This means absolutely nothing to me, but to the cow world, I think a Dexter or Lowline is a smaller breed.  So, Hazel will probably be on the smaller side.

This popped up in my Facebook memories today from two years ago:

That is Maisy and her newborn calf, along with the Dudes.  Maisy was HD’s first cow purchase and she calved soon after he bought her.  He later sold her and the calf to David.  To our knowledge, Maisy has not calved since.  David almost took her to the auction, but we just keep hoping she is pregnant.  Because she has quite the girth.

Everyday:

One of us:  Did Maisy calve?

The other one of us:  No.  But she looks HUGE.

One of us:  But she always looks huge.

The other one of us:  True.

And that will be our conversation regarding Maisy until one of the three of us passes into the hereafter.

A chick was stuck in its shell for an eternity.  If you ever google something like, “Should I help a chick hatch?” the answer will always be a resounding NO.

But I took pity and helped a chick hatch today.

It looked like this for hours and hours and hours:

After hours and hours and hours, I started to try and help it.  And then it hatched.

And at this point in time, it lives.  But who knows.

I went to see the surgeon yesterday regarding my knee.  The two main new problems from my recent injury are a torn meniscus and a bone contusion under my knee cap.  I will admit, I was kind of hoping for a knee replacement.  That being said,  I don’t REALLY know if I want a knee replacement, I just want a normal knee.  But that is not in the cards for me at this time and I will most likely be getting a scope (surgery) to trim up the torn cartilage.  The bone contusion just needs time.  And I need to go to therapy.

Happy Wednesday!