A "Gus" update, part 2

Sometime last week I posted this story on Facebook, some people have been asking me how things are going with the little fellow.
Well, he has a name, and that is Gus, (when they get names here, it usually means that their momma is not doing too good...)
So, for those who missed the facebook post here it is to catch you up with that part of this saga.

  This morning (last week then) started off with a dead sheep and a lost calf.
 Now, if the sheep has already departed from this life, then there is nothing I can possibly do to fix, save or revive it. That is a lost cause.
 However, a missing calf,  still has the potential to still be alive.
So, my efforts went into looking for the lost baby calf..

I could see that this young heifer (first time calver) had calved, however she was standing in with the other cows, chewing her hay and not showing any maternal instincts whatsoever.
So, I started my search.
 Now, our cows have the run of a pretty big, heavily forested pasture to calve in. This provides them with shelter from snowstorms but, does make it hard to find lost newborns. So, I spent about 2 hours combing through a foot of snow in the bushes, looking behind stumps and trees, and inspecting all mounds.
I found no signs of a calving spot, no body, lots of coyote tracks and I started fearing the worse. 

Even, if a calf dies or is stillborn I do like to have an actual body.
 I don't like open ends.
Anyways, after resigning myself to the fact that the little calf was probably not around I ended my search.

 Tonight, while doing my afternoon round I decided to extend my search a bit further and low and behold, lying in a puddle of water was this little red heap of cold calf.
Alive.
So, I picked him/her up, tossed it over my shoulder ( he was small)  and headed back to cow civilization.
 I asked Eric to get a warm bottle of colostrum ready to feed the babe. I managed to herd the uninterested momma in a makeshift pen, stomach tubed baby and reunited the two... So, now I am happy that we found this little one, it kind of makes the day good again.

Okay, since that event, here is what has been happening;
his mother is still not licking his ears, or nuzzling him, or allowing him to drink.
He was pretty weak, so ever time she stepped away, he would fall over and he got a bit disheartened about getting a drink.

This is the scatter brain mother of Gus! 

So, I rigged up a gate so that I could squeeze her in and then allow Gus to suck through the gate.
He was doing okay,
She is not a mean heifer and would not kick at him or anything, just would not allow him to drink.

Usually, after a few days of this, most cows will accept the baby and things will be all hunky dory.

OMG, I look like the wild women of the north....

However, not with her.
So, to make sure that Gus got stronger we started to bottle feed him.
We figured if he got stronger, he could "demand" milk and be able to latch onto her a bit better.

This became the worse moment of the day for his mother!
(I called her all kinds of really nasty and horrid names and I actually feel very justified in doing so.
Even though it may not help the "situation" it does help release some frustrations on my part).
And,  the highlight of Gus's day. 
He would first be helped to drink sweet warm milk from the cow and that would be followed with a nice bottle of milk from me.

I would whisper sweet nothings in his ears, so that he would feel loved.

Today, while out with the reluctant cow,
Eric decided it was time to put an end to all her juggling about.
It was time now to quit her nonsense,
man up and face her motherly duties of raising little Gus.
She was duly haltered, (in the process she banged Eric's hand on the railing, and now it is  swollen)
and is now tied up.
In tying her, she cannot walk away or jiggle around, and in this way Gus can have a better chance of steling a drink.

We will see how this turns out... will be continued.

Mmmm,

why, do all my stories end up having "parts" to them, 

why could it not have been that heifer 29,
 found her baby and loved it forever more
and they lived happily ever after?

Reflections..

"Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out."
~ Anton Chekhov

I have decided to write a reflection on the last 4-5 weeks of lambing and calving.
It was a rough one.
The weather certainly did not help, today is May 2nd and we still have some snow left. 

Winter started on October 10 , 2012
 it has been a long snowy winter.

Last year during breeding time we decided to combine calving and lambing at the same time, (if you are out checking in any case you may as well check both, was the theory behind that thought..) and we decided to extend the lambing season by a few more weeks ( because the weather will be nice and we can then do two sheep breeding cycles..).

 Eric said he would take some time off his work to come and help at home.
However, things did not pan out that way, as he was promoted and took over running a new office in a town a bit further away. His new job commenced just as lambing and calving started, and he could not take any time off. That meant that he was only available to help out in the evenings after work. However, we were expecting some help; a man from the Netherlands would come and help out for 4 weeks during lambing time. This was a big relief, an extra pair of hand to help with daily chores, feeding and watering does make a huge difference.

Lambing was underway when our help arrived.
After a long flight he was rather tired, however we needed to get going as lambing was speeding up and I needed to teach him the basics of looking after the sheep.
After a few days, I started having some doubts whether this man would be a help to us or not.
Not because of a lack of trying on his part, but rather due to an overestimation (that he would be able to do more, quicker) on my part and an underestimation (how busy and tiring the work can be) on his part.

Things slowly started to disintegrate between us. I battled to work around his inertia, deal with his depressions and handle his mindset. After two weeks of stress, an overload in work, dealing with weak, premature lambs, Eric and I decided to ask him to leave our ranch.
The stress of having him here, was just too much for us to handle.
Asking him to leave was a tough decision; we knew it would be for the best; however it is still hard to do.
It created a lot of stress that we really did not need right then. 

Looking back on this, we do realise that perhaps this man was not fully aware on how much time and work goes into running a ranch like ours, the physical demands and 24 hour days can be tough. However, the problems that presented themselves where more of a mental nature than physical. We can deal with people who are tired, clueless and slow, but we cannot deal with another persons’ fragile state of mind at a time when we are working on the edge ourselves.

The lesson we learn from this experience is that sometimes people cannot judge for themselves in what mental or physical state they are in.  All we can do in the future is make very clear what we expect, explain the workload and have a built in “trial period”. I think sometimes people forget that when they come to help on our ranch, it feels like a holiday to them, however it is our work, day in and day out.

 We too have stresses,
irritability, 
have disagreements,
and are sometimes downright grouchy.
We make long days, worry about paying the bills, juggle commitments and the care for the animals. Sometimes life on the ranch is not always about smelling the roses, cuddling cute lambs and playing with the puppies.

Anyway back to the lambing; after we had sorted out the ewes that were due to lamb, we put them in the barn. Lambing came fast and furious.
What made the work so much intense this round, was the large number of smaller lambs being born and the care required to keep them going.

 We did lose some of the premature lambs, weak ones and had a whole bunch of mothers who were just not interested in looking after their little ones.
Eric and I made the decision to cull every ewe that did not raise a lamb this spring.
 So, every ewe that lost her baby, abandoned it or did not raise it got a big red X on her butt and was added to the cull list.

 Breeding from bad mothers, breeds more bad mothers down the road. We had made the decision in the Netherlands years ago to cull all the bad ones and that did payoff;

 down the road we had a flock that was low maintenance, easy keepers and a pleasure to work with.
We have spent the last five years building up our flock and have not done any serious culling. This year will be a deciding year for many of these sheep.

Calving has actually been ok. It started off with a dead calf, and then a cow that stole a calf from another cow; she later had her own baby and wanted nothing to do with her own baby, all she was focused on was the stolen one. After a few bottles, building a corral, catching the thieving cow, forcing her to love her own baby, removing the stolen calf and its momma…
The cow finally took her own calf back and the stolen calf was given back to its mom.

No real big calving problems, but we did lose a calf in a snowstorm.
The same decision applies to the cows as to the sheep, if you do not raise a baby this year, you are out. 

We had a little hiccup with a heifer that calved and misplaced her own calf… that story may have a follow up. Those who follow me on facebook might have seen that little story come by this past week.

Sadly, during all of this, we also lost one of our nicest and best border collies in this period.  Zac, one of Eric’s collies was eleven years old. He was still working on the ranch and was such a great dog to have around. He was hard working, dedicated and was the local star at the “Muttin Busting” at our two local rodeos every year.  He was fine one day, the following day he was “down”, his gums a little yellow. The next day he was sick, wobbly and very jaundiced. I took him to the vet, while we where there, made the decision to have him euthanized  He was extremely ill.
As the vet later said; “sometimes the kindest decisions are the hardest to make”

And, then a big snow storm rolled in,
our lambs had been lounging around in the sun.
With this storm, we decided it would be wise choice to move all the ewes and lambs back into the barn.
this was a full days work, we spent lots of time checking lambs, stomach tubing and bottling weak ones.
A big move at this stage is never a good idea, however leaving the babies out in a wicked snow storm is also not a great plan.
We hunkered down, worked hard and moved over 300 lambs and their moms back indoors.

 With lambing every few months, we do get into a routine.
Eric works the evening shift until 1am, while I sleep.
I go out and do the 2-4 am shift.
Somebody, sometimes the kids do a check before school.
The days are filled with feeding, marking, tagging, registering, docking, checking, bottles, vaccinating.
Feeding is the big day time job.

 As always, life goes on, even if we are living in a haze of exhaustion, lambs and have a feeling that the barn is our entire world.
We have  4-H sheep meetings, a spring rodeo, training with the horses, Jess getting ready for a trip to Ottawa, Eric a new job, school and other daily commitments.
I have not had the time, nor the energy to want to blog during this period.
 I hope this one will update you, with what has been happening here.

Jess is in the middle on the blaze face sorrel.

By the way, I don’t want any sympathy when I tell you  how busy we are.
These are choices we make,
although  we may bitch and complain now and again....

We have about 5 ewes left to lamb and about 7 cows to calve. 

So, the end is in sight.

We are now hoping that spring will start.

Cuteness

Every baby animal is unique and adorable, and there is no greater love than that between a mother and her young. It is the power of this love that explains why humans have always sought the company of young animals.

~Anonymous

Lambing has been going steady.
We are way over 200 lambs now.
This lambing has been more problematic than the one in January, perhaps due to the long winter this has taken a toll on the ewes.

However, we keep ploughing through and help those that need additional help.

It is rewarding to watch the lambs thriving and enjoying the warm sunny days.

Calving has been slow,
one a day.
Yesterday we had a little calving surge, we had 4 new little heifers.

I tried to sneak up to one to tag it.
As I was ready to tag it, it bawled,
and within seconds I had a whole bunch of irate cows rushing in to save baby.

Needless to say, I let the babe go,
without tag.

Here are some photo's for you to enjoy.

Uhmmm,

cow,
its not your turn yet,
you have to wait, and produce a cute baby
 before you can be on my blog...