On Monday January 10th it all started out as a standard work week. Little did I know it was going to change in a drastic way. After I made it home, ate, and rested for a minute, I went out to check on my cows.
When I made it out to the barn and as I was watering them, I noticed a new one laying down and kinda groaning. I walked over to her and noticed she seemed to be swelling in the stomach area. I’ve seen this before and have seen people put a plug into the flank of a cow that acts like a burp tube so it lets the air out of their stomach when they start bloating.
It being late at night, I didn’t know what to do as far as trying to get her un-bloated. I made her get up and walk around and I could hear her stomach growling. She was burping a little bit, and she walked over and got a little drink of water. I was hoping that maybe she could work it out and get well. I gave the other ones that were sick a shot and also the bloated one, #627.
The next day I left for work and everything went as planned at work, even though I was sitting there with this feeling that the bloated calf, #627, was going to be dead when I got home. Soon as I pulled up, I went straight to the barn to check on her. Sure enough there she lay over in the corner on her side… I had lost her This was the first cow I had lost and I was devastated. I was counting on not loosing any.
Now what was left was to get rid of her. Not a pleasent thing to do but, something that had to be done. But not owning a tractor makes things like this difficult, so I had to take my lariate rope and hook it to the bumper of my mini truck, put it in 4×4, and drag her out to be buried. I know this is not a pleasant thing for anyone to think about or for me to have to do, but I did it.
So with one cow down I am down to 17 calves. Not the way I wanted to start off my cattle venture on building a herd, but it is one of the risks I knew I was taking.