Back from the morning job excursion. The hired boy has to stay and wait for the vet. Big old cow started calving when we started milking, 2 1/2 hours later still nothing. I told the SU that as big as she is (and older too) she should have been able to lay down, cough once and blow the calf out. Sooooo...I put on a sleeve and checked. Hmmmm...in to my armpit and all I could accomplish was stick my hand in the calf's mouth. No feet. Not good. Told "the kid" to call the vet. I checked her again just before we left and I found one foot. Still not good. Oh, head still there, along with the foot. Vet can take care of it; it's more than the SU or I are equipped to deal with. If it was my own cow I'd have called the vet. On a better note, the calf that didn't drink either feeding yesterday was bellering at me when she saw me come out of the barn and slurped her milk portion down quickly. Looks like she is on the mend, at least.
Need to pay bills and send off the wretched taxes. Ick!
