Calving the Heifers and Hauling Pairs.........

Calves are a poppin out ever'whar so if you've got time, lets see how we calve heifers here at the ranch, shall we?

Ok, now if you remember last post we were sorting heifers.  Well after having a couple surprise babies born in the corral, it was decided to........

 OPEN THE SHED........

Which means the water got turned on in the calving shed, and everything was scrubbed, cleaned, and sanitized.  All the water lines were checked, and the heaters were checked and after everything was gung ho, hunky dory it was time to begin hauling heifers from Herry Ford's house to the calving shed, which is down the crick from us, southwest of the house.

The calvin' shed is a long building with stalls down either side and a concrete floor.  The white wall you see at the side there is where the bedroom for the night time calvin' help is located as well as the Pullin' Room.

 

After the heifers are hauled to the calving shed they are put in the corral on the southwest side of the shed.  I call them the Ladies in Waiting and here are some of them.....

 

Please excuse these pictures as I didn't take time to edit them, they are just gonna be straight out of the camera! 

Now, where was I?  Oh yes.....so those are the ladies in waiting.  They stay out there until Elmer Fudd (he's the kid hired for the month of calving) sees feet sticking out the rear partition.  Once he sees some feet hanging out, he goes out and slowly brings the heifer into the calving shed, where she goes to the pulling room.  Now for some reason our employers here at the ranch pull every single calf (from the 2 year old heifers that is).  I guess some study was done and it was determined that the longer a heifer is in labor, the less her chances of getting bred back.......I really don't know and to tell you the truth, I don't agree with it.  I say only pull if you MUST, but such is life when you are the hired help and not the boss.........ANYWHO, there I go digressing again.

So, she goes to the pulling room where the calf is pulled.  Then the calf is weighed and put into a stall full of nice clean straw with the cow.  Then they are pretty much left alone to bond and figure out life.  Once the calf is dried off and has sucked, the cow is fed 5#'s of cake and some good alfalfa hay.  A couple hours later, they are kicked outside to the corral on the north side of the calving shed to await being hauled "Up Country".

These ladies and babies are waiting to be hauled, and that's what Mouse and I do every morning....

Sometimes it's just way to exhausting for the babies to wait for us.......

After I take The Youngun and Pied to the bus in the mornings, I come back home and Mouse picks me up in her pickup.  Then we head for the calving shed, picking up the gooseneck trailer on the way.  When we get to the shed, we go in the corral with the new mommas and babies and make sure mommas know which baby is which.  We usually have to wake the babies up because they are snuggled up in the straw in the calf sheds, and sometimes they just don't want to leave that warm nest.  I'll get them up and they'll go lay right back down.  They really are like kids, and the funniest thing is when they just go limp and collapse back to the ground because they are...just....so...tired!!

Just so you know, in case you might decide this is a good way to identify your own children, that green tag 6 in the calf's ear is called his calf tag.  It matches his momma's tag number of 6.  That way in a few days when Mouse goes to check on them, if the #6 cow seems to have misplaced her baby she can find him real quick.  2 year old heifers' calves are the only ones who get those tags cuz they tend to lose their kids more often.  The purple 29 tag means this is the 29th calf out of our purple tag bull 9105.  Are you lost yet?  It's ok, it doesn't matter at all.........

Anywho, now that all the mommas know which baby is which, we are ready to corral them in the alley so we can load them in the trailer.

First to go in are the mommas.......then we shut the divider gate and load up them babies!

And then we are off to haul them to the F field where they get put in a small corral for a few minutes to acclimate. 

They like this because they get cake!

Today we had to haul two loads, so they stayed in their mini corral until we were done hauling the second group up and then we opened the gates and let them out into the big wide world!

This is the first group we hauled down, taken from the area where we corralled the second group....

Then we feed them some alfalfa and they are on their own.  Mouse checks on them morning and night until the youngest calf in the bunch is 2 weeks old.  Then they'll only get checked once a day.  She builds a bunch of 50 pairs, then moves that little herd on up the crick, and starts building another bunch of 50 until all the heifers have calved.

Things go well for the most part, but when you run around 670 head of breeding cattle you are going to run into problems and losses. We had a 95lb bull calf that was upside down and backwards.  The nighttime calving man got him out, but broke his hip in the process.  Dr. Katie came out and put a splint on it, but he got pneumonia and we lost him.  We've had a couple other losses due to calves being born dead, and right now we've got a heifer that's laboring and not progressing at all so Mouse is on the phone with the vet as we speak.  It's all part of the ranching game, and they are good managers with a death loss of less than 5% every year.  This year we are having some really big calves, with one of 108#'s being born today and backwards as well.

It can be heartbreaking when you lose them and Mouse takes it very hard, but it's all worth it when you have a little man like this steal your heart...

He is the curliest calf I've ever seen!

Till next time.............God Bless!

Let's Sort Heifers!

Thursday after we got feeding done, we went over to help Herry Ford and Mouse sort heifers.

  Since around December the little heifers (meaning 2011's) and the bred heifers (meaning those born in 2010) have been hanging out over by Herry Ford and Meadowlark's house.  One of the first things The Man did after we moved here was to help sort out the little bulls, the little heifers, and the bred heifers.  The bred heifers got some shots, then the little bulls got moved over by "Grandma's house" (that's a part of the ranch, but grandma is long gone), while all the heifers got turned out together. 

Since calving is fast approaching, it was time for the bred heifers to be sorted and separated from the little heifers.  The little heifers got weighed, while the expectant ladies got their second set of shots to prepare their calves for a healthy appearance.

When Pk, The Man, and I arrived, Herry Ford and Mouse were bringing them up to the corral...

If you click the picture to look at it bigger you can see an orange dot in the middle of the herd......that is Mouse's melon (head).  She's on the 4wheeler, bringing them in....you can't see Herry Ford, but he's back there too....

Once they are all in the big corral the sorting begins........Mouse is chief sorter.  Herry Ford calls her the computer because she truly knows every cow on the place.  She can look at most of them and tell you who they are out of, even without them being ear tagged!  Mouse is sorting bred heifers from little heifers, while Herry Ford runs the gates.....

After the little heifers are sorted out, I sprang into action.  Herry Ford runs them in groups up on the scale and I go in the scale house and weigh them.  After I get the weight, Herry Ford lets them off the scale and counts them.  We write that down, and when we are done, we tally up the total weight, and total number weighed and get an average.  These little ladies averaged 631#'s.  We are done with them now, so Herry Ford herded them all back out to pasture........

Now you see The Man and PK sorting bred heifers.  They don't really have to be sorted, just penned in groups of 9.....

The corrall is divided up into four basic sections.  The big corral where the herd hangs out, then there is a smaller pen, an even smaller pen, and then the chute pen.  In the picture below you can see the big corral, and the smaller holding pen.  What they do is this........run a bunch into the bigger holding pen, then sort 9 out into the smaller holding pen, and 9 out into the chute pen.....

The chute gets opened up and 9 cows make their way in......of course at times they are a bit resistive to this procedure and must be poked, prodded, and cajoled into the chute.  Once those 9 are in the chute, Mouse and Herry Ford get started stickin' cows!

They are very fast cow stickers and the 9 cows are usually in the chute less than 5 minutes......

After all 9 cows have gotten a dose, they are let out of the chute and the next nine are brought in.  Meanwhile, The Man and PK keep penning them up 9 at a time to keep things moving along.

Once all the pregnant ladies were tended to and looked over, they were turned back out to await the arrival of the new babies!  They are now in an adjacent field to the 268 little heifers.  This way when it comes time to haul them to the calving shed, we don't have to sort them out again.

Till next time...........God Bless......

Come Feed With Me...........

Would you like to ride in the hay truck with me today?  It isn't scary, I promise!  It's fun and we get to drive and everything!  What's that?  You aren't really into riding in hay trucks?  Well you'd better get clickin' cuz we are ready to go..........HA!  Too late, we already took off!

Ahem.....THIS is the hay truck.

Actually, around here it is known as the WHITE hay truck, not to be corn-fuzed with the RED hay truck, but I digress......

In the mornings, PK (Mouse's hubby) and I get in this handy little machine while The Man and Herry Ford (Mouse's dad) go cake the heifers.  (Caking the heifers will be another blog post on another day, but I will tell you that it doesn't involve chocolate, layers, and lots of frosting, much to my dismay.....)

K.......so PK and I get in the hay truck and drive down to the stack yards to get a load of hay.  When The Man and Herry Ford are done caking, The Man gets in with us.  Am I rambling?  Of course I am, you know I can't blog without takin' about 6 or 8 laps 'round the trailer park.........now where was I?

Oh yes, we need to load hay!

There are three hydraulic levers inside the truck that control all those fancy tools.......PK runs them, cuz I don't want to crush or otherwise maim anybody.  Once he gets the bed up, the top thingy raised, and those little arm-y claw-y things out, he starts backing up to the stack......

When he gets backed up far enough...... what's that?  Oh, how does he know he's there you ask?  Why he rams into the stack of course.  When I almost fly into the windshield, he knows he's backed up far enough. 

 Anywho, when he's backed up far enough, he moves all those handy leevers and closes the top thingy, and squeezes the beejeezus out of the side of the bales with those claw arms. 

Then he proceeds to lower the bed back down. 

Now, do you see that very tippy top bale and the bales under it?  Sometimes, things don't work out like they do in pictures, and those back 4 bales like to tip out and threaten to plunge to their doom. 

When it looks like that is gonna happen, The Man must "ride them down".  Before PK starts lowering the bed back down, The Man climbs up to the top of the stack, and facing toward the front of the truck, he clings there to the top thingy like a Capuchin monkey, using his body to hold the bales in place...........yeah, that's the kind of fun we have on the ranch, AND you don't even have to buy a ticket!!

This time, however, the bales aren't feeling suicidal and no such acrobatics are needed. 

We are ready to go feed!  (Also, I must point out, because I'm a compulsive confessor, that in these pictures we are headed to feed the three year old cows, not the heifers as I was blabbing about earlier.)

Now we drive over to the area where the 3 year old ladies live.....They are happy to see us and are coming out of the crick bottom where they've been hanging out......

At times, they resist this coming out of the crick bottom, and we must cruise around honking the horn, and screaming HEY MOMMAS, COME MOMMAS, at the top of our lungs, but they will eventually mosey on over to see if we've brought them anything they are interested in eating.....

Now we start driving in granny low.  I pretty much sit there like the aforementioned Capuchin monkey and pretend to be driving, while PK and The Man cut bale strings and slowly drop flakes of hay.  PK is on the drivers side and The Man is on the passenger side.  That is PK you can see in the mirror. 

(Please don't tell him I took his picture cuz he rambled something about everytime I take his picture it steals a little bit of his soul......I'm not sure what he was talking about cuz I was too busy composing this blog post in my head, so just don't tell him ok?)

Have I told you how important that I'm there to drive?  How important is it, you ask?? 

Well if Mouse or I can't drive the hay truck, they simply go out to the middle of the field and put it in granny low, climb out and let the truck drive itself.....I told you I'm important!

Anywho, I drive along until PK screams TURN AROUND at which point I turn and go back along the hay they've already thrown out.  If you can see through the dirty truck windshield, that is what we are doing now. 

 Sometimes the girls are feeling particularly prankish and they need to have a laugh.  They do this by standing in front of the truck and refusing to move (not really refusing to move, just making me THINK they aren't going to move, thereby making my peabrain freak out, trying to decide between stomping on the clutch and throwing PK and The Man off the truck or risk running over the cow.  Mouse's advice is always to sacrifice the men.....the cows are worth money.  Luckily I've yet to have to make this decision.)

The girls aren't too sure about my cattle paparazzi tendencies.....they may be checking into counselling for me.....

When PK and The Man have fed all the hay, I carefully push the clutch in and stop the truck, trying once again not to jolt them off.  Then I scootch over to the middle, PK swings from the truck bed to the drivers seat, The Man does the same on the other side, they toss their neatly tied bale strings in the floorboard and we head back to the stack yards to get more hay and continue feeding.

How many bales a day do we feed?  Well up until a couple days ago we were feeding right at 500 bales.  There are 83 bales in a stack.  The first group to be fed in the mornings are the little bulls.  Then we go feed the heifers and the bred heifers, then the big bulls, then the old cows (meaning ages 4-10), then the three year olds are last.  We start around 7AM and usually finish up right around noon.  As the weather changes, the feeding amounts change.  The type of hay we are feeding right now is just native grass.  As soon as the heifers begin calving they will get alfalfa to help them produce plenty of milk for those new babies!

I really do enjoy driving the hay truck.  I get to see the ranch, see the cow critters, and most of all I get to be with The Man for half of his work day!

Thanks for riding along!  Next time we'll sort heifers for vaccinations ok?

Till then..........God Bless.............