We gobbled down our supper so that we would be at the barn by the time Paw pulled in with his trailer load of calves.
Tyler was wide eyed but not feeling so good. He had been running a temperature and I think it was because of more teeth coming in. We were hoping the cows would perk him up.
Paw had promised him a cow so we were trying to pick out the prettiest one and figure out what to name it.
But we were having a hard time. They were all striking and pretty in their own way. We could not wait to get them out of the trailer to get an even better look at them.
Paw and Dad set up the gates to get them into the barn safely for their shots.
Tyler walked around in complete awe of all the noise and excitement.
These two calves were the only ones left from the original herd. I am sure they will love the company.
We had to prod the calves to come out of the trailer. Tyler was anxious to see them emerge.
Once the first calf jumped out they all followed. They found the barn to be much more comfortable.
It got pretty dusty in the barn though.
Here we are discussing which one should be Tyler's and possible names. We could see them much better now.
Tyler was really excited.
They were checking out the lawn mower.
Such a pretty little calf. It kept trying to find it's mommy in the herd.
After getting them settled, we started getting ready for shots and their ear tags.
I had to clean the tags with rubbing alcohol so that the ink will not fade. Helps it stick for some reason. We tag the ears so that we can keep up with each of the calves and what shots and treatments we give them.
Once we got the cows in the head gate. We wrote down which auction number and the tag number given. My dad already had weight and breed information from the auction to tie in with their new tags.
This is where Tyler and the calves did not like what was happening. The calves would sometimes make the head gate bang and would moo really loud. Their distress tore Tyler up. He already did not feel good but to see an animal obviously upset made Tyler very upset. He cried and clung to Mimi.
Mimi had to take him back to the house while we continued to work. He is sensitive and loves those calves. I would actually be pretty worried if this didn't upset him.
He just did not understand the greater good in what we were doing, and neither did the calves. One day he will get it and it will be so much more enjoyable to work as a family.
Here is my pretty little girl. I think she is a she?
Number 6 was given a name quickly, Fireball. She/He is loaded with energy, hard to catch, and wild. Coming out of the gate it would jump 3 or 4 feet in the air. It was funny but we worried it would hurt itself.
No one was happy about the tags. Number 9 had to have the tag in the opposite ear from everyone else because we could not get it's ear out of the head gate without squishing our fingers.
Once we were finished we turned them lose in a nice grassy pasture and gave them feed. They were a little bit happier here. They still bellowed all night long, they missed their mommies, but at least they had plenty of comfort here.
We had to give them more shots later in the week because a few of them got a cold from being transported. They are all doing pretty good now though.
Tyler told us over and over about the cows, Paw, shots, and ears. Anytime one of these was mentioned everything else was, along with plenty of hand movements showing that the cows banged around and him loudly saying, "Moooo!"
This has left a lasting impression for now. We explain over and over that we were helping the cows to feel better and I think he is slowly understanding. His stories about it don't sound as distressed. I don't think that means I can take him down there today and he would be okay with it happening again, but we have to start somewhere.
He got to come back up to the house and take a bath in Mimi's tub though. She did not have pj's so she put him in a small shirt. In his hand is a small plastic version of Rojo the rooster.
By the way, where is Rojo?
Oh yeah! He's roosting on grill for the night. I think this is kind of ironic.