A Failed Attempt

We have a bovine dilemma.

It consists of a cow who lost her baby and is left with a bag full of milk.

And a baby who was born a twin and its old momma doesn't have enough milk for two which leaves it powerful hungry.

The logical answer would be to let the baby calf nurse a momma with a tight bag. 

But it doesn't work that way.

That's not her baby.  Which means she will not voluntarily let it nurse.  And even though you might receive touching emails about tigers adopting puppies or wolves letting bunnies hop around on their heads, it's not the way it works around here.

So Jason forces it, in an attempt to see if this cow will adopt the calf.

After penning the cow and calf, he runs the big bagged momma into a squeeze chute.

Then he gets the poor hungry calf.

And puts it to the tit.

It doesn't know what to do at first, but with Jason's coaxing and cussing, it catches on.

So we wait.

Now I would like to end this story with good news. I would like to tell you that this momma adopted this baby, its little calf belly is pooching,  and all is well in the world. 

 But no such luck suckers. 

She isn't going to earn the philanthropist of the year award in the bovine category.

But the baby was given to a little tyke to bottle raise.

And I'm sure its little calf belly is pooching.

And all is well with the world.

Peace,

Angel

Chasing Antelope

This is some serious fun right here.  Don't believe me?  Just try it next time you're in a pasture and a herd of antelope come to graze.

Jason saw the antelope coming under the fence.  I couldn't even see them they were so far away.  He has an eye for stuff like that.

He decided to get me closer so I could get a better look.

Their flight instinct kicked in. With hearts pounding and accelerated breathing, they took off.

And we decided to pursue.

Oh it was fun!  Bouncing across the pasture on the tails of the antelope.  Thirty miles per hour.

They zigged.

We zigged.

They zagged.

We tried to zag.

Antelope are much more agile than Chevys.

Their feet pounded the ground.  Dust clouds billowed.  I felt like a lion on the savannah.  I pity the slowest prey, the last one.  The one you know is about to be pounced and feasted upon.  Its guts strung out over the prairie grasses.

I think I've watched too much National Geographic in my life.

We followed them for just a short while, giggling the whole time.

Then we stopped.
But not them.  They were getting the heck out of dodge, away from those crazy antelope chasers.





Off into the wide, blue yonder,
safe and sound.