The first calf of the season was just born on Sunday morning. This was Number 13's (Notice, no name either) first calf. Boy did this mom struggle. My dad was watching with binoculars, and Deborah down at the mobile home had front row seats giving us "play by play" updates. It was touch and go. Bob had to help deliver her. The Vet made 3 visits to feed her through a tube to get food to her stomach. This morning, we knew she was going to be o.k. She had been eating and was frolicking all around, just as cute as could be. Tonight we set up a little area for her, out of the wind and the rain. Now, we need a name (Or so our friend Kayla thinks) for this new calf.
Kayla, have your mom leave the name you choose in the comment area we will see if the name you choose fits. Or maybe we will just call her Number 13a.
Enjoy the little video of her playing.