Yesterday Husband was sharpening the blades on the meat grinder, and we were all ready for the test run. I had this nice butt ready to be sausaged. I might never know what suddenly possessed him to go outside to the far side of the garage, but he was compelled half way through sausage making. It was a good thing he did.
He returned and informed me that the bull calf was down. He could only get the calf to respond with eye blinks and a small twitch of a front hoof. There was no fever or signs of disease, yet no visible trauma. After he informed me of that, my thought was Mama. We have had issues with Mama before. If a cow can be territorial, she is it. Our problems with her started with her not allowing others to eat. She attempted to starve out Murial when she first got here. We should have butchered her a while back.
We decided to go ahead and end the calf's life. Once we cut into him, we could see the injuries. He had bruising on his groin area, his stomach and side. His organs were clean and intact, no signs of trauma or disease. He was a healthy boy. But then I found it, his back had been broken.
Yes it ticked me off, and yes Mama is slated for butcher, she has been for a bit, but the weather hasn't cooperated with our plans.
You know how you feel after spending a winter doing little, and you go all crazy that first day in the garden, working so that the next morning you are super sore? I haven't stood that long in four months. My ankle is so sore, the back of my good knee is in knots, stretching my bad one causes spasming cramps. No, not a good time! But it is good for me, sigh.
Just another day at the Neophyte Homestead.