As defect of strength in all of us makes some weights to be immovable,
defect of understanding makes some truths to be mysterious.
You may need to catch up. To read Lucky Lucy’s beginnings click here.
If you remember, Lucy was last seen lying in a cardboard box in our basement with My Hero soothing her, trying to get her warm and keep her alive. Well this being real life we had some decisions to make. My Hero had to get back to work, the reality was, we had done all we could and the rest would be left to fate. My Hero left Lucky Lucy in my capable hands, both of us knowing that ultimately what will happen will happen.
I left Lucky Lucy in the basement sleeping, her breath was shallow but the sun streaming through the window was keeping her warm. I rushed upstairs to grab a bit of portable breakfast, meaning a banana and then headed back to feed the cows and do some more checking. The tractor had been running, trying to warm up all the time we were dealing with Lucky Lucy. I headed back to see if Lucy’s mom was OK. Oh yes, I did know who she was and I had to know what happened, and why she had abandoned her calf. I knew that she being one of our older more experienced moms, that there had to be a good reason.
Sure enough, it did not take me long to figure it out. There was Sandy with another calf. I know you are thinking she must have had twins but that was not the case. Motherly instinct kicks in after the calf is born and while she is cleaning it up. If you remember Lucy was clean so that bonding had happened. It appears that a little calf being a few days old, must have walked over to check out the new birth with her own mom and that is when Sandy had gotten confused. Long story short; we now have one calf with two moms and now, poor Lucy has none. Since it was -27 degrees Celsius with the wind-chill, there was nothing we could do. Most times we would have brought the calf back to her mom and she would have figured it out, but we would not take that chance. Lucy would now stay with us and one lucky calf would get lots of attention from two moms.
All was well back in the bush. The cows were happy munching on hay. There was Sandy happy following another mom and its calf. I headed back to the house to make some phone calls. Lucy was still lying in the sun breathing easier. I rolled her over so she would dry, she was nice and warm. I arranged with our vet to pick up a shot to prevent pneumonia. Since I had a dentist appointment, I knew I had to put Lucy in a more secure spot just in case, while I was gone she did get up. Lucy was warm and dry now and seemed to be doing better. I rolled Lucy onto a carpet and dragged her over to the other side of the basement away from all the heat which would not be good for her. I made a bed and put a barrier up, hoping she would be up when I returned. I hope you understand that we could not keep her in the basement so she would eventually have to go back outside; I could not have her getting used to the heat of the woodstove.
I headed to my appointment, where the whole time the nice dental hygienist was cleaning my teeth, I was worrying about Lucy. I was secretly hoping Lucky Lucy would make it, and be up and walking around my basement when I returned. I visited the vet on the way home who gave me some advice and the medicine I needed. I also stopped to see if a dairy farmer up the road had any fresh colostrum (first milk) to feed her. I had bought powdered colostrum from the vet, but fresh milk always being a better bet I knew I had to try. Mr. P did have some and I rushed home not knowing what lie ahead.
As soon as I turned the key to my door and opened it while rushing down the stairs I listened to the sound of a bawling calf echoing through the house. I have to tell you, I could have easily named her Bellowing Bertha with that kind of noise. It was an incredible sound to hear indeed. I walked up to see a completely dry, toasty warm and I like to think smiling face looking up from behind a temporary boxed barrier. “Hi Lucky Lucy, welcome to my world.” She smiled and I am pretty sure it wasn’t just “gas”J
My Hero came home to a very different scene than he had left earlier that morning. I had given Lucy the shot and given her the fresh colostrum so by then she was walking around our basement, alive and happy with no signs of damage to her ears or tail. We went to work making a bed in the barn for Lucy. My Hero and I now take turns feeding her three times a day and she walks around like she “Owns the joint” as the old movies used to say.
Lucky Lucy will continue to be a bottle fed calf, just like her cousin Annie. She will join her herd (family) when our weather changes, which will hopefully be soon. I do hope that she will be more grateful then that Annie who has continued to ignore me ever since that, weaning off the bottle thing long ago.
My Hero and I will continue on with the calving season. We are just in the early stages and now have four healthy and happy calves. We will always be hoping that all will go well and the weather will warm up. Truly never really knowing what lies ahead. We do know that we will always do everything we possibly can as a team, and that will have to be good enough.