Valentine's Day and The Cow Jumped Over the Moon

I won the bid at a silent auction for a night at the Super 8 in town. The only reason I wanted it is because I heard they have a jacuzzi and a heated indoor pool. I figured that would be close enough to a vacation for me and my "never go to far from the ranch" husband. Beside, it is calving season and we need to check often.
As Valentine's Day approached it became apparent that that was the appropriate time to take the room. We picked up a bottle of champagne and a bottle of Madeira on the way.

The lobby was really classy and made the event feel more special.


Very nice pool area but a bit over lit for romance, probably the point.

Long story short, a little too much wine and too long in the hot tub - no consummation for the Valentine event.
We enjoyed the complimentary breakfast, eggs, bagels, donuts, yogurt then when we hit the road home it felt like we had been somewhere and were back on the road.

The low temperature had been 5 degrees over night and as we had feared one of the cows had had a Popsicle. We spent most of the day trying to get the traumatized calf to suck. The bottle didn't do much good so Clark decided to get the mother into the working chute where he could milk her and tube the milk down his throat just to give him strength, maybe get him to suck directly while she was stanchioned. Before we could transfer the pair out of the pen they shared with another pair, the nervous mother of the other pair sailed over the boarded side of the corral. Glad we weren't trying to work with her!

The tubing was a success but he fought being forced to the tit. Being all we could do we retired for the evening. Hopeful, the next morning Clark found the fledgling attached right where he belonged.

His sister, born the next day

Text and pictures © 2010 Mona E. Dunn