It's official. I'm worrying to much. I went out to check heifers about an hour ago and one was calving. I looked at her and thought to myself, "this is going to be trouble, I know it." I did decide to give her a half an hour to see if she would have it but I was sure that she wasn't.
I went out a half an hour later and she had made some really good progress, usually it would be enough to give her more time, but this time I looked at her and thought, "those feet are awful big, I can see the tongue but not the muzzle, I just know this cow is trouble so I had better pull it." Normally I would give one like this more time but not this time. I went and gathered up the hand to help me and got a stall strawed down and the barn ready and by then the hand showed up and we were ready to get her in.
We walked up to get her and guess what? There she was, standing there, licking off her new born calf. I'm officially worrying to much. It's that simple.
{to myself}Quit worrying so much. Let things take their course. It will be all right. Cattle most of the time have calves by themselves. Quit jumping the gun.{/to myself}
Damn, I feel like an amateur at calving after this stunt. I can't believe I did such a bone headed thing.
Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere. Glenn Turner
Saturday, March 3. 2007
Worrying
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