I noticed that Buttercup was off by herself, away from the other three cows in their paddock, day before yesterday, usually a pretty good sign that a cow is about to freshen - that is farmer talk for having a calf.
I checked her a couple of times throughout the day, but no calf. Yesterday morning, I asked Androo if she had had her calf yet when he got here about 8:00 a.m. Nope, no calf.
We were hard at it all day, I in greenhouse staging orders and sorting out the plants I wanted to get into my garden, and Androo doing the garden work, taking tray after tray of cukes, squash, cauliflower and broccoli plants. I walked off the rows, estimating how many plants we could cram in per row, and how many rows we can squeeze in. It's a tight fit! But I have all of those market baskets to fill, and we will need to have the garden overflowing. Androo also spot seeded the radish rows, reseeding where I have already pulled radishes for orders. Hopefully it will cool off a bit again so that we can get this second crop of radishes out before they get woody and hot.
I was really beat, but had to take a quick shower and take orders to Purple Porch. I had quite a few plant orders, which were all staged from my morning's efforts, and had a few bars of soap and some spices to take in. I was running late as usual, and heading down my lane with barely a moment to spare.
Wait! I slammed on the brakes. There was an animal with a lot of white on it, and none of the cows in that pasture have that much white. And it was too little to be a cow. Up and running around already! Buttercup had her calf!! How exciting. But I was late, and so I took off for Purple Porch.
When I got home, Androo and I herded mother and calf to the nurse pen by the barn. It is a bull. And he too is the spitting image of his daddy, Sam. I think he will sell quickly. He is beautiful, big and healthy.
This morning I brought Buttercup into the barn to relieve her of some pressure, since her udder was full to bursting. I milked off about two and a half gallons of colostrum, leaving plenty in her for the calf. Some of our shareholders wanted a quart of colostrum, and the rest went to the bigger calves.
It was such a pleasure to milk her. No dramatics, no histrionics like we went through breaking Dolly and Smarty Pants, although they are behaving like perfect ladies now. :)