Disappointment … maybe …

We had the vet out last night to pregnancy check Gwen.  He said she didn’t take.  We were so disappointed.  He’s going to bring in another bull to breed to some of his cows and put him in a pasture quite close to our house and he said we could give her a shot of a drug to bring her into heat and then put her in the pasture with the bull.  That would mean I’d have to go back and forth to milk her yet again.  We agreed to do this, but several hours later the vet called back and questioned when she was up at his house the first time around: February 8.  This would mean that she’d be less than 60 days bred.  He told us not to give her the shot, but to just put her out with the bull.

I went to bed thinking about this and woke up this morning deciding that I would keep her here for another 30 days and have her re-checked at that point.  The vet said he felt some fluid on the right hand side of her uterus.  Maybe she is bred and it was too early to really confirm pregnancy.  I simply cannot do the traveling milk mobile thing again.  If when she’s re-checked in 30 days she is not bred, we’ll re-evaluate the situation, but I think if she’s not bred, we’ll bite the bullet and find a young Jersey bull to buy and keep it here.  If I was not milking the goats as well as Gwen it wouldn’t be so much of a problem to have to go elsewhere to milk her, but I just can’t do it now.

Wally’s been on me saying both horses look thin and that we needed to feed them more.  On the way home from work, I stopped at an out-of-the-way feed store to pick up a type of commercial horse grain that is low-carb, high fiber and fat to feed them.  While he was there, the vet pulled blood for Coggin’s tests on both horses.  He said they both looked great.  I think Wally is trying to fatten the horses up to put them in the freezer.  Once the grain I bought is gone, they’ll go back to their regular ration of oats, barley and beet pulp.

I wish I could get my butt out of bed earlier in the morning.

Until later …

2 Replies to “Disappointment … maybe …”

  1. Thanks. I’m at my wit’s end with this cow. About ready to turn her into hamburger …

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