Hi there Everyone,
So I tend to spend much more time reading all of your posts on this forum, then I do posting my own...and that is good with me because I do so love to read what you all have to say. However, today was a very sad day for me. Now I've woken from my slumber... .tossed and turned and sleep eludes me.... I can't help this need to share my story.
So it started two Christmas's ago. Ok...a little earlier...almost spring to be exact. My spouse has raised red and black angus cattle for quite some time..but I personally had never owned or been involved with cattle until he came into my life. That spring was the first time I learned to tag and vaccinate calves as they were born...and I had to joy of watching a few as they came into the world and took their first breaths. I was hooked. Well there was one little heifer in particular...a red & white faced little girl...who absolutely captured my heart. For the next many months I went out every chance just to watch her grow. She was beautiful.
Fast forward to Christmas....Chad had enlisted the help of my mother to get a giant red bow, get the heifer into the head gate, and get this bow around her neck. Alas...she was presented to me...Chad's gift to me for Christmas. The absolute most beautiful, wonderfully unique gift I had ever received!! I was so thrilled and terribly in love with this sweetheart of an animal. I named her Saydie.
Well this last winter/early spring...my beautiful Saydie--who was bred to black angus--gave me my first little Grand-calf! (Yep...my kids just rolled their eyes and laughed when I called her that too..lol). I became the proud owner of a stunning little pure black heifer...I tagged and vaccinated her myself....and welcomed to my family, Black Willow. Every summer we send our cattle to the PF pasture...but not my Willow. I wanted her and Saydie at home...where I could keep an eye on them. Summer flew by...days spent visiting my girls in the back coulee...revelling in my growing little hoofed family.
The cows came home three weeks ago...both the herd from the PF as well as the smaller one from the coulee. We spent days fixing fence and then let them into the back pasture to graze it down. A few nights ago I heard coyotes yipping loudly...sounding very close...but then they always sound close. I stopped to listen for any cows making a ruckus...our mama cows do not play kindly to something bothering their young....but not a peep. I drifted off to sleep. This afternoon, our two adventurous dogs showed up on the deck with a jaw bone...some blood and muscle still attached. Chad went out immediately to check the cows, assuring me that it looked like a deer jaw. An hour later the house phone rang...Chad on the line...."sweetheart, I can't find your calf."
Silence.....then "you still there?" And from me, "Chad...that's not funny...what a cruel joke."
Silence again....."I'll keep looking". He hung up and I realized he wasn't pulling a mean prank. I went back to the deck and picked up the jaw...turning it over...looking closely. There...short black hairs. Deer around here don't have black hairs. And then I just knew.
So Chad isn't one to make friends with the animals....his companion saying being "Sweetheart, where you have livestock, you have deadstock." Well to his credit, when he came into the house...he kept his mouth shut. Just hugged me while I cried
My sweet, beautiful Willow...somehow taken down and torn apart by filthy coyotes while we slept comfortably in our beds!!! I am so angry, sad, frustrated, heart broken....confused! How?? How did those horrid creatures take my Willow...a 300+ pound calf...and not so much as a whisper or a rustle from the herd?? No bawling from Saydie?? GGRRRR!! I am usually a lover of all animals, however, right at this moment I would gladly pump a few rounds into those filthy beasts myself!
So...two gorgeous heifers...the beginning of my own small herd...and now back down to one . My son was going to use Willow for his 4H and now we've lost her. I apologize for carrying on so long-winded like....I am so heart sick and can't sleep...and somehow sharing my frustration and sorrow with all of you...typing it out....seems somehow therapeutic.
To keep this somewhat chicken related...I am worried now that these **insert-bad-word-here** vile animals will soon catch on to my chickens..now that they are coming right into the farm yard. I am thinking of getting a LGD but have never had experience with one before. Any advice that any of you would like to throw at me would be more than welcome.
Apologies for my lengthy post....thanks to all who made it this far and for reading my story.
Back to sleep
So I tend to spend much more time reading all of your posts on this forum, then I do posting my own...and that is good with me because I do so love to read what you all have to say. However, today was a very sad day for me. Now I've woken from my slumber... .tossed and turned and sleep eludes me.... I can't help this need to share my story.
So it started two Christmas's ago. Ok...a little earlier...almost spring to be exact. My spouse has raised red and black angus cattle for quite some time..but I personally had never owned or been involved with cattle until he came into my life. That spring was the first time I learned to tag and vaccinate calves as they were born...and I had to joy of watching a few as they came into the world and took their first breaths. I was hooked. Well there was one little heifer in particular...a red & white faced little girl...who absolutely captured my heart. For the next many months I went out every chance just to watch her grow. She was beautiful.
Fast forward to Christmas....Chad had enlisted the help of my mother to get a giant red bow, get the heifer into the head gate, and get this bow around her neck. Alas...she was presented to me...Chad's gift to me for Christmas. The absolute most beautiful, wonderfully unique gift I had ever received!! I was so thrilled and terribly in love with this sweetheart of an animal. I named her Saydie.
Well this last winter/early spring...my beautiful Saydie--who was bred to black angus--gave me my first little Grand-calf! (Yep...my kids just rolled their eyes and laughed when I called her that too..lol). I became the proud owner of a stunning little pure black heifer...I tagged and vaccinated her myself....and welcomed to my family, Black Willow. Every summer we send our cattle to the PF pasture...but not my Willow. I wanted her and Saydie at home...where I could keep an eye on them. Summer flew by...days spent visiting my girls in the back coulee...revelling in my growing little hoofed family.
The cows came home three weeks ago...both the herd from the PF as well as the smaller one from the coulee. We spent days fixing fence and then let them into the back pasture to graze it down. A few nights ago I heard coyotes yipping loudly...sounding very close...but then they always sound close. I stopped to listen for any cows making a ruckus...our mama cows do not play kindly to something bothering their young....but not a peep. I drifted off to sleep. This afternoon, our two adventurous dogs showed up on the deck with a jaw bone...some blood and muscle still attached. Chad went out immediately to check the cows, assuring me that it looked like a deer jaw. An hour later the house phone rang...Chad on the line...."sweetheart, I can't find your calf."
Silence.....then "you still there?" And from me, "Chad...that's not funny...what a cruel joke."
Silence again....."I'll keep looking". He hung up and I realized he wasn't pulling a mean prank. I went back to the deck and picked up the jaw...turning it over...looking closely. There...short black hairs. Deer around here don't have black hairs. And then I just knew.
So Chad isn't one to make friends with the animals....his companion saying being "Sweetheart, where you have livestock, you have deadstock." Well to his credit, when he came into the house...he kept his mouth shut. Just hugged me while I cried
My sweet, beautiful Willow...somehow taken down and torn apart by filthy coyotes while we slept comfortably in our beds!!! I am so angry, sad, frustrated, heart broken....confused! How?? How did those horrid creatures take my Willow...a 300+ pound calf...and not so much as a whisper or a rustle from the herd?? No bawling from Saydie?? GGRRRR!! I am usually a lover of all animals, however, right at this moment I would gladly pump a few rounds into those filthy beasts myself!
So...two gorgeous heifers...the beginning of my own small herd...and now back down to one . My son was going to use Willow for his 4H and now we've lost her. I apologize for carrying on so long-winded like....I am so heart sick and can't sleep...and somehow sharing my frustration and sorrow with all of you...typing it out....seems somehow therapeutic.
To keep this somewhat chicken related...I am worried now that these **insert-bad-word-here** vile animals will soon catch on to my chickens..now that they are coming right into the farm yard. I am thinking of getting a LGD but have never had experience with one before. Any advice that any of you would like to throw at me would be more than welcome.
Apologies for my lengthy post....thanks to all who made it this far and for reading my story.
Back to sleep