Today we moved the cow and her calf out to the pasture with the rest of the herd. It was pretty scary for me because the calf is so much smaller than the others and doesn't know anything yet. There was a lot of running and heel kicking among the group but it all finally settled down and everybody seemed okay. I must admit that I was near panic most of the time. But I finally remembered that God made these magnificent animals perfectly and their instincts would take care of everything so I need not worry.
Around 8:00 pm when we were watching television and winding down after a crazy manure filled day, the thought popped into my head that the calf just might need a drink of water and I knew she couldn't reach the water trough yet. So I asked Tim if he knew how old a calf is when they need water. He didn't know for sure so I Googled it, of course, and learned that a calf drinks water between feedings from as early as one week old. It went on to say that the fastest way to kill a calf is to withhold water from it. OH NO!!!
So I got dressed and out we went to the barn where we had the water bucket set up in the manger where the calf and her mom had been living up till today. Tim turned off the water, disassembled the automatic float and emptied the bucket while I dragged the hose to the pasture.
We found some bailing twine to tie the bucket to the fence and Tim reassembled the whole thing as the cows came running. They are the most curious creatures!
Anyway, now the calf has a bucket of water that she can drink from and the automatic float will keep it full.
I don't think the mom is happy about having to sleep on the cold damp ground tonight. I think she prefers that nice bed of straw in the barn. If I had my way she would still be in there. But Tim is right, they need to get used to being back out in the field because we have another calf coming soon.
It's as good as it gets!