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I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a dinosaur outside. Then I realized it was BP.

By daylight, Glory Bee was bawling along with her. I was about scared to go out and milk BP! But no way am I taking Glory Bee out of the goat yard. I’m tired of chasing her down. Of course, I don’t have her in hand in the goat yard, either. She’s still running around with the lead hanging from her collar. I’m waiting for her to go into the goat pen at some point where I can catch her.
Glory Bee: “I want my mommy.”

“Can’t I please have my mommy?”

“I WANT MY MOMMY NOW!”

BP: “I want my baby.”

“Can’t I please have my baby?”

“I WANT MY BABY NOW!”

I’d give her baby back to BP if I could. They could be like two wild things, wandering the woods together, like a mother deer with her fawn. They would be so happy! It’s West Virginia–there’s lots to eat! Except it’s almost winter and there’s not so much to eat and you have to be able to handle a milk cow….
Here’s what the hullabaloo sounds like:
UPDATE: I have now captured her in the goat pen.

She’s eating hay.

And mooing.
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I think I’d wear earplugs today.
Why the foaming at the mouth for BP? Is it because she’s so vocal?
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This is how we trained calves to drink milk out of a bucket…Well, first you have to catch the calf, then back them into a corner and hold them there with their head between your legs. Then stick two fingers in their mouth with a little space between them and plunge their nose into the milk. They usually suck when the fingers are in their mouth and will suck up the milk. Soon GB will be enjoying a bucket of milk by herself.
Jane in Kansas who was raised on a farm.
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Poor, poor girls. (that includes YOU)
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So, did BP let down her milk this morning? Was some of that bellowing because she was getting uncomfortable, or was it all about wanting GB?
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Good luck and my deepest sympathies on the constant mooing.
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Mama does sound a bit scary.
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Once you have such a place set up, you might consider letting your son and his teammates know that you have a calf that needs catching and that you have a slice of home made pie or something for them all and maybe 10$ for the one who catches her. They’re used to flinging themselves onto the ground and other people pretty hard, so a few knocks shouldn’t bother them much, right? And they do have the protective equipment for it if they should choose to use it. I would recommend that they don’t tackle GB herself and just aim for her rope, otherwise they might scare her off people for life.
Anyway, where I grew up the offer of free food and a little bit of cash would bring the farm kids out in droves, and if it was good enough some of them would keep coming back hoping to trade work for more free food LOL
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Check her “behind” the next couple of days, she might draw a little blood..then you know for sure.
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It would simplify things (your life!) if you could divide a separate pen for GB so the goats won’t get her grain. I think she will also need shelter for this winter. Maybe a hot wire??
Hang in there. I got my full amount of cream from yesterday’s milking without sharing! A first.
BP should come in heat every 18-22 days (average) and since you don’t have other cows to ride her, her bellowing may be the only thing you will see. Watch for the tiny bit of blood a day or so after. Then write it on the calendar and watch for the next heat. She can be bred on the her second heat for next year’s calf.
How are you arranging that? Life gets complicated with animals…….
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Someone mentioned a brush, and that’s a good idea. Part of BP licking Glory Bee is that the tactile rubbing and scratching is part of their closeness. You brushing her with a bristle brush when you finally get her tied up will be a reassurance and a pleasure for her. You don’t ever want her to get in the habit of head butting you, from just leading her around at this age you can see how that can be a huge problem. But a scratchy massage with a bristle brush is a fine reward for her eventually.
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I always wondered why he separated them immediately – it seemed so cruel. But maybe it doesn’t matter when they are separated, if they grieve whenever it happens.
I wonder when cows on the range wean their calves? Perhaps I should look this up!