Baby cow, that is.
And, not entirely unexpected, either, since our very good boy Henry has been in with the Highland girls for more than a year. But, since Jeff and I have never been around pregnant cows before, we weren’t entirely prepared for the sight that greeted us in September of a just-born calf in the woods with her mother.
We had our suspicions that Rosie (the black Highland/Red Angus mix with no horns) might be in the family way but kind of brushed it off because Henry (white bull) is not only half her age but also half her size, so it seemed a little unlikely that he could’ve gotten the job done. But he certainly proved us wrong!
Bailey, a red Highland heifer, was born without complications or assistance. I went over the feed the cows as usual on a Saturday morning, but when Rosie wasn’t first in line for food, I went looking for her. Low and behold, she’s in the deepest part of the woods and not budging. I get closer, wondering if she’s tangled up in something, and then I see it — a tiny little calf! Rosie was just pushing out the afterbirth, so I knew the calf wasn’t very old.
Of course, I have no idea what to do, but at least Jeff wasn’t at work! So, I book it back to the house to get Jeff in the hope he has more of a clue than I. He thought I was joking when I said there was a calf in the woods and it took some persuasion to get him to come with me but he finally did — it felt like forever to me but it was probably less than a minute.
The part of the pasture where Rosie gave birth is enclosed with barbed wire and electric fence only so we determined that we needed to get Rosie and the calf into a more secure area.
Here’s the trick, though: Rosie is probably our most wild cow. She doesn’t want to be touched, or approached, most of the time. And with her being a new mother, we weren’t sure how that attitude might be affected.
It took her a while, but Rosie decided to leave the calf unattended so she could get some hay and water. Jeff hopped into the pasture with the plan of scooping up the calf and carrying her to the barn paddock a few hundred feet away. Easy-peasy, right? Nope. She had other plans and was quite a feisty baby! Because she was recently born, she was still quite slippery so when Jeff tried to grab her, she slithered away and started blindly running and bleating for her mother. We could feel the ground shaking as Rosie came running straight for Jeff, so he dives through the fence to avoid being trampled. Willow and Henry are hot on her heels to see what this noise and action was all about. Meanwhile, little Bailey has scooted under the fence (exactly why we wanted to move her out of that pasture), with Jeff trying to get her to run toward the barn and paddock instead of into the woods. What does she do? Starts running straight for me on the opposite side of the pasture, and I am standing at the most open part of the fence where, if she got through, she could go anywhere on the property.
I’ve never wrestled a baby animal before, until then. I’m outside the fence; she’s trying to get through because she’s scared. I’m crouched down low, because if she’s coming through the fence she’s coming through the bottom of it. She’s running back and forth along about an 8-foot section of the fence and I’m just shoving her back toward her mother and the rest of the herd, who are now not concerned about the baby at all, but instead are trying to lick my hands (I often hand out treats and pats to them through the fence). Finally, everyone settles down again and moves away from the fence. But, the calf is still in the open pasture.
Jeff and I take a break to change (Jeff caught his pants in the barbed wire and ripped them) and clean up (I had a bunch of scrapes on my arms from the fence), and regroup. I called a farmer in town to seek advice. After the laughter died down (What do you mean, you didn’t know she was going to calf? You have a bull, don’t you? Nope, you really don’t want to leave her in that pasture.), he suggested using our UTV as a distraction for the grown cows and to try to snatch the calf and move her. To be accurate, his best piece of advice was “grab the calf and run like hell!”
We got Aaron to help and he and Jeff cut a hole in the fence far from where all of the cows were so they could get the UTV into the pasture. We intended to put another gate in, but hadn’t gotten to it yet. So they drive up to the calf, who is tired from all the running around, while I bribe everyone else with tasty grain and hay. At first, the calf tries to run again but she’s so tired she stumbles. Jeff and Aaron scooped her up — one on each side — and ran with her to the paddock before the other cows noticed. Then, it was unexpectedly simple to get Rosie in there too and we could finally breath a sign of relief. We had to make a few modifications to the paddock to seal up potential escape routes but at least we knew everyone was safe. We kept Willow and Henry in the open pasture so Rosie and Bailey could bond with each other for the first few weeks.
About a week later, we had a vet come check Bailey out and she received a clean bill of health. Rosie has proven to be a wonderful mother (who would’ve thought?) and young Bailey is growing like a weed. About a month later, we added a new, calf-safe pasture for the winter and until Bailey gets bigger and put the herd back together.
Because she is the first calf born to our farm, we won’t ever forget what it was like, but Rosie and Bailey certainly made it even more memorable.



















