The other day my husband came racing in the house moments after he'd gone out the back door.
"Coyote!" he called out.
"New calf in the front!" I yelled back.
He went in search of the coyote; I went outside and stood in the front yard, standing as close as I could without bothering mama cow while she recovered, and baby found its feet. I had to protect the little one in case the coyote came around.
Husband could not find the coyote again, so he went on about his business. I stayed in the yard and watched the cow and calf until the baby was up and had had a snack, and mom wandered off with the little one to hide it for a day or two.
Just another day on the farm.
That first feeding is important. |
Little one is still a bit damp, but mom is leading him/her off to the bushes. I suspect my presence - and maybe that scent of coyote - had her a little nervous. |
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