Mother #90 was mooing and didn't want me around her calf. She tried to move it away from me. I tried to grab it and look to see if it is a boy or girl. I didn't get a good look but I think it is a girl.
Mama was ambling over with her calf so I moved over to mother #40. This was the cow that did not have a calf last year. She was even more leery of me than mother #90 and instilled wariness that in her calf. They immediately went walking away from me. Then trotting. Along the three strand barb wire fence the calf fell through the fence. When I went on the other side of the fence the calf ran and fell back to the same side of its mother. I think the calf was also a girl.
I gave up and walked home. The calves may be hours up to half a day old but they are already getting fast. In another day I wouldn't be able to catch them.
Donna came driving up just as I got to the yard. She stopped by to vent about a situation she was having. We walked out to the pasture to look at the new calves. I brought my pitchfork along and kept an eye on Mama. When we reached the cows Donna held the pitchfork and I ran after one calf. Again this calf rolled through the barb wire fence in an effort to get away. This time I grabbed it before it could get through the fence again. I held the calf up. Donna checked. It's a girl.
I went to the second calf. I grabbed and held it up and Donna checked. Yup. A girl.
Over seven calves born so far, five have been girls.
Also, I noticed that the all black cow had a black calf with white face - just like Buddy, her daddy. The broco faced cow had an all black calf. Go figure.
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