We have had two little calves with milk mustaches in the calving barn so far this calving season. Both of them were twins - though not the same set.
In each, their mamas chose the other sibling and rejected these sweet little faces. But they were awfully cute in our book!
I'd like to end the story there. Everyone loves a happy ending, after all. But reality doesn't always have a pretty red bow tying up a beautiful package. Last week, we found the black/white face calf at the round top half eaten by coyotes. Randy isn't sure whether the calf died and the coyotes drug it off or whether it was attacked by a coyote and killed. Even if we'd still had the red calf, the mother likely wouldn't have accepted it back again.
And on February 7, we had an expensive day. Randy noticed a cow in the pasture having trouble with calving. Randy tried to pull the calf himself but wasn't having any luck. He called the veterinarian, who came and pulled the calf, which was dead. Then Dr. Dick discovered it was a twin, which also was dead. Not a good day!
Since I don't want to end on such a sad note, I'll show a happier birth.
Life - and yes, death - are part of our farming story.