Let the Rodeo Begin!
There's a debate going on in Alberta about making the rodeo the provincial sport.
Every rancher and farmer raising livestock know there's no debate about the rodeo being more than a sport. It's pretty much a daily occurrence when you have critters.
Just ask Martin.
If wrestling cows and sheep was a paid attraction at Harvest Haven, we'd be rolling in dough instead of corral dust and straw.
"Night," our first cow to calve this year, had copious amounts of milk in her udder because she's part dairy. This enlarged her teats, making them too big for her newborn calf to suck, which meant Martin had to milk her out a couple of times a day. Here comes the first event at the Harvest Haven rodeo.
Night was fairly gentle because she had been raised in the dairy herd. However, she was never trained to go into the stall to be milked. Round one was to secure her in a stall so Martin could milk her without getting his head kicked off. She wasn't going there. Round One went to the cow.
Round Two – the guys coaxed her into the headgate using oats. She loves oats. Going in cautiously, she finally was held in place by the headgate and ate her oats. Martin quickly milked her enough so the calf could get his mouth around her teats.
But, that manoeuvre only worked a couple more times. Night didn't like oats that much and was not going back in there.
Round Two went to the cow.
Round Three – the calf was growing stronger and more determined to get his belly full, so was taking more milk, making Night's teats more manageable for him. However, he still wasn't doing enough.
Looking at the situation and wondering what to do with a stubborn cow, Martin saw a simple solution. Night was standing next to a fence where a corral gate could be opened squeezing her next to the fence. She didn't have to go anywhere unfamiliar and could get her oats delivered right in front of her.
Martin quickly gave her some oats, swung the gate against her body, squeezing her in place. She was held gently, but firmly and he was able to milk her without getting kicked. Only one problem – he was behind her, under her tail. And you know what that means. Oh, shit! She did.
Anyway, Round Three goes to the farmer who needs a shower, now.
The sheep are considerably smaller than cows and much easier to handle. But it can still be a rodeo with winners and losers.
There are cameras set up all over the sheep corral and lambing barn, so we can watch the ewes as the start lambing.
A first-time ewe started lambing the other evening while we were watching her on Jeannie's phone. Martin told Konstantijn to get her coveralls on and head over there. He would join her shortly.
One lamb was born onto the fluffy clean straw and the second was on its way. The young ewe wasn't sure what was happening and what she should be doing. It was all new to her. While she was sniffing the lamb in the straw, it tried to get up, startling her and causing her to jump back. It was kind of funny to watch the poor girl.
Konstantijn came on the scene and was standing back, watching and waiting.
The second lamb was born, and Jeannie's phone died. No more video of the barn adventure.
About 20 to 30 minutes later, K came to the house. She had a strange smile on her face and a quizzical look.
Martin jumped up and apologized to her for not getting out sooner. She reassured him things were okay but hadn't been for awhile.
"Didn't you see me waving at the camera for help? I was jumping in front of all the cameras and hollering for help," K sighs.
"Um, no, my phone died," Jeannie replied. "We weren't watching any more."
"Well, I tried to move the new babies to the little pens where you keep each ewe with her lambs. I picked up one and took him to the pen. Then, when I picked up the other one, the ewe ran out of the barn and into the corral with the rest of the flock.
"I put down the lamb and chased after her, but she didn't want to come back into the barn. I was running all over the place after her," K said in exasperation.
The rest of us are chuckling visualizing a frantic girl running through the sheep in the dark. Martin is laughing heartily. K just stares at him, incredulous.
He explains. "I learned the hard way that you don't try to move a first-time lamber like that. First, you shut the barn door, so she can't get away on you. Then, you place the lambs in the slings for weighing them so you can hold them close to the ground without hurting your back. Be sure the ewe smells them and is following her lambs as you walk backwards towards the little holding pens."
"Well, I did get her back with her lambs in the barn. So, they're all okay."
The sheep rodeo event went to the shepherdess, with a valuable lesson learned – keep your phone charged.