The babies are starting to be born out here just in time for warmer weather. And although calving season means more work and less time with daddy, it’s also a fun excuse to load up the girls and ride along on the treasure hunt for new babies in tall grass.
And I’m happy to report that this week we’ll be able to ditch the beanies….
Coming Home: Calving season brings mix of wonder and worry
We’re in the middle of calving season here at the Veeder Ranch. And because we’re in North Dakota, our plans to calve mid-April didn’t necessarily get us out of the cold woods.
Every coulee and protected place on the ranch is still full of snow, so every day is like a scavenger hunt for shiny, little black heads popping out of the tall grass, if they were lucky enough to be born in a dry spot.
Edie is the queen of the barnyard when she’s sitting next to her daddy, bouncing along the prairie trails in the pastures, unaware of the lessons she’s already learning about life and death and a mother’s fierce love.
Last week she stood on the pickup seat looking out the window as her dad’s attempt to tag a new baby turned into a game of Ring-Around-The-Pickup with a protective momma.
When he flung the door open, faced flushed and breath heavy, Edie unflappably asked, “Whatcha doing, Daddy? Running with the cows?”
And it reminded me of all the times I watched my own dad test his speed and agility in snow boots and coveralls trying to avoid a concerned momma’s head-butt as he worked to get a closer look at her baby. This business of being born out here is a dangerous game for every man and beast involved.
I’ll never forget the time I opted out of my bench seat perch to stay in and watch “Wheel of Fortune” with Gramma only to have Dad come crawling up to her doorstep, bruised, bloody, covered in earth and lucky to be alive.
Yes, calving season, even in the best weather, sprinkles ranch life with adventure and wonder. On the best days, it’s miraculous to count the precious new lives that arrive without fanfare and are up on their four wobbly feet sucking and ready to live within minutes.
On the bad days, when the wind whips hard and cold and wet, it takes every muscle and all your spirit to lift those lives out of the muck and trudge on. Ask any rancher and he’ll likely admit this year has taken its toll, sending a fair share of babies from the pasture to the entryway heat lamp, each life saved a sigh of relief.
On Sunday, we walked into Mom and Dad’s to find our own entryway baby, born in a snowbank to a momma with good intentions but bad timing. It was one of the first Sundays since Dad has been home that we had the whole family together. We huddled around that poor frozen soul lying among our boots as my uncle helped Dad put warm colostrum in her belly, rub her body and move her limbs.
And even though we knew we probably shouldn’t get attached, we named her April, put our warm hands to her cold nose, stroked her soft ears and watched her come back to life, stand up on her own four legs and find her place back by her momma’s side.
And among all the mud and medicine, work and worry, it felt like nothing short of a triumph for us all.
Thanks for sharing the pictures and story of calving. I grew up on a ranch by Grassy Butte. When I was in 6th grade, Dad moved us to Minnesota. I loved the calving and lambing season. Great memories!
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We had our warming nursery in Moms laundry room and it was little lambs we fed with glass 7UP bottles and nipples. Worried Dad sick but we thought it was all strictly for our entertainment!! Glad there is a new generation to enjoy livestock in the house!!
Boy this post takes me back to our cattle farm on the Canadian prairies. This winter has been particularly harsh on cattle – and cattlemen/women. And how many fur-babies have we all had in our porch under a heat lamp ~ the farm is the best place to learn of the joys and sorrows that is life.
And great to see you Dad, too.
Oh my but I can relate to your calving story. You folks sound like a younger version of ourselves. Kids are grown and gone yet we continue to run cow/calf at an even larger scale. I enjoy reading your blog so much as your tales mirror many of our own….including the run in with a mother cow…which was me! Not fun.