Turns out, Cedar, who in yesterday’s post was the ringleader to a bunch of truant cows, indeed had been plotting fresh mischief for the day ahead. When, at 5:15 this morning, she didn’t come in with the rest of the herd, Dan and I made our way to the far corners of the pasture to investigate, pretty sure of what we’d find.
The Consider Bardwell kids, in their adjoining pasture, stared sleepily in the doorway of their fancy chateau as we trudged closer for a look.
As we suspected, a new bull calf, his belly full, lay hidden in the grass beside his troublesome mama.
Cedar, of course, refused to budge without her calf, and the calf, of course, was too full to do much of anything. As always with a case like this, Dan hefted him up to carry him as far as his sore bones would allow which, as it usually does, set off the little bloke’s blatting mechanism, turned up extra loud! This signaled to Jackee, the resident baby napper already half way to the gate, that she must SAVE THAT BABY!! You can see the tiny Jackee dot in the distance at a full run, coming to save the day!
After making sure that baby was being adequately cared for, she allowed the procession to continue, bringing up the rear as the little chap continued to bellow.
By the time Dan reached the gate, the whole gang had turned back to investigate like a bunch of nosy old biddies, jostling and bumping into Dan and his load, making a strength sapping experience even more difficult.
The cows finally allowing him safe passage, he ended up having to carry his burden most of the way to the barn. I did meet him with a wheelbarrow at the end, in which he deposited the full bellied little guy but thankfully no one was available to get a photo of THAT.