Cows, calving and perfect timing
We passed by the neighbor’s maternity ward on the way home from church yesterday. It’s a nice big pasture that’s easy to see — a perfect spot for mothers-to-be. My daughter was first to spot this newcomer. It was getting encouragement and a good lickin’ from its mother and another cow. We decided she was the midwife because it later appeared this new mama had twins —at least we think so. There were two calves in this huddle when we arrived and three when we returned. The kids and I decided the midwife cow was there to help because in the case of multiples an extra
set of hands tongue would come in handy!
We were watching this darling scene when we spotted another cow on the far side of the pasture. She was on her side and just beginning the birthing process …
I did what any sane person would do — drove over the hill at a rather high rate of speed, ran in the house to grab my camera, then high-tailed it back up the hill where we parked at the side of the dirt road and watched another miracle take place. Wanna see?
Do you know it is physically impossible to watch this without tensing my entire body and holding my breath? Seriously. If you’ve had a baby you know exactly what’s happening, here. You see her body tense with contractions and stiffen to push. Then you do the exact same thing. Must be an unspoken rule of mamas everywhere.
Hey, newbie is going to have a white stripe or two!
Whew! Glad that’s over!
And as she starts to rise she pulls the sack right off of baby. Perfectly designed.
“Hi, love. Welcome to the world. I’m your mama.”
“You’re a mess!”
“Oh, feisty are you? Go ahead, give it all you got …
… but, um, you’re doing it wrong. Whaddya think you are, a horse?!
“You gotta get up butt first, not front first!”
“Thaaaat’s better. Much easier when you start there and work your way up, isn’t it?”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when we slowly turned around and went home to eat our Sunday dinner. And I’m pretty sure the little one, there, did exactly the same thing!