Haltering Uma wasn't a very fun job. She fought and screamed in her cow way. Mama was agitated until I gave her some grain. After all the struggle, we were able to get the halter on.
With our oldest child on the other end of the rope, a game of tug of war began. Uma being the winner. It took my son and I pulling, and my husband pushing to get her to move. We pushed and pulled until she discovered that if she locked up one leg, she would fall over and we couldn't drag her.
Brat. After 40 minutes of pushing, pulling and flopping over, a neighbor came over. He has had some experience with halter training calves, but he was having as much luck as we were. But the extra pair of hands did help.
After some time, she got a little better about resisting the lead. By then we were exhausted. My arms and legs felt like lead. We took a break and tried to get her to take in a little water.
She still isn't halter broke, but we are getting there. We will start sooner on the new calf, when it is born, maybe that will make it a little easier. Luckily Uma's grudge against us didn't last long, and she still wants to play with us and lick us and, well, attempt to mount us.