A Dexter Calf is Born

Ebby was due April 4 with Royal's first calf.  After she was a week late, I began to jokingly call her unborn calf "Crock Pot" . . . because it was a slow cooker!  Finally, this morning I realized today would be The Day.  Ebby's pelvic ligaments were "gone" when I checked on her at 7 a.m.  By 9:00 a.m. she was visibly restless.   She came up top in her shelter, then went down to the bottom of the hill.  Back up top and down again, till she finally seemed to settle in her shelter.

We were celebrating our granddaughter Eden's second birthday today, so she could visit the animals--the high point of a visit to Didi and Mimi.  Of course . . . just as we were eating dinner, the calf decided to come.  I'd been checking Ebby's progress every 30 minutes, and I went out for another look at 2:45.  It was lucky I didn't take time to finish lunch!

NOTE:  Some of the photos are graphic. 

2:51 p.m.  The water bag.

2:51 p.m.

2:53 p.m.  Down and pushing.

2:56 p.m.  Up again.  The tip of a hoof (pale yellowish) beginning to peek out from the vulva.

2:57 p.m.  The second hoof begins to show, presenting properly.

2:58 p.m.  Down and pushing.

2:58 p.m.  Up again.

2:59 p.m.  At this point, it looked like everything was going back in.  That's when I called my friend Barb Netti, who has seen cows give birth, and as I narrated, she assured me that things were normal.  While we conversed quietly, Ebby cleaned up the blood-stained hay.

3:01 p.m.  A pale hoof tip clearly shows.

3:02 p.m.  Pushing hard.  Ebby was groaning, which was hard to hear.  Barb could even hear her on the other end of the phone.

3:10 p.m.  The left front leg is visible.  This suddenly looked like progress.  (Note Ebby's distended udder.)

3:11 p.m.  The calf is born, twenty minutes after the first photo.

3:11 p.m.  Ebby hadn't gotten up yet, so I pulled the membrane off the calf's face and used a couple fingers to clear mucous from its mouth, then stepped back.

3:12 p.m.  The calf was breathing and blinking; Ebby started eating the membrane.

3:15 p.m.  The calf sat up as Ebby licked it all over.

3:16 p.m.

3:17 p.m.

3:22 p.m.

3:22 p.m.  Eleven minutes after it was born, the calf tried to get up.

3:22 p.m.   Oops!  Gotta figure those legs out!

3:25 p.m.

3:26 p.m.  Fifteen minutes old, the calf tries again.

3:27 p.m.

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3:27 p.m.

3:30 p.m.  Nineteen minutes, and he made it to his feet!  (That's Sir Loin the steer looking on.)

3:31 p.m.  Twenty minutes old, and he's nursing.

3:34 p.m.  Meet ZH Royal Celebration, out of NewHope Ebony Belle, our first calf by Mrald Crown Royal.  He's named in honor of Eden's birthday celebration, and we'll call him "Seb."  He's black, horned (those feel like horn buds, and he likes having them rubbed!), and obligate A2/A2.

3:39 p.m.  Yum!

3:40 p.m.  More yum!

3:40 p.m.  Maternal bliss and baby bliss.  I wish I could post the gentle "mama moos" Ebby was making as she licked her new son dry.

3:48 p.m.  Our son Jim looked on from a distance with Kol and Charis.

4:01 p.m.  Ah, that feels better!

4:02 p.m.  Being born works up an appetite.

4:10 p.m.  Trying out a little buck.

4:10 p.m.  And again.

4:10 p.m.  And again.

4:16 p.m.  Charis got to pet the brand new calf--all soft and wet!

4:16 p.m.  Knowing Seb had a tummy full of colostrum, we headed back to the house, leaving mama and baby under the watchful eyes of the two steers and sire Royal (on the right).

How's that for a double birthday celebration?

Credits:  Many thanks to Eden, for sharing your birthday with Seb; to Monique for cleaning up the dishes while I attended the birth; to Herb for hauling warm molasses water to Ebby and weighing Seb (59 pounds with a tummy full of colostrum); to Jim for chaperoning Charis and Kol; and to Kara for being my milking buddy.  And a special thanks to Barb Netti of Legend Rock Ranch for talking this new grandma through her first birth!

We Had a Dream

In July 2010 we attended Nature's Harmony Farm Business School for a weekend seminar.  We came away realizing we already had the perfect customer base--our kids and grandkids.  We had moved to Zephyr Hill Farm on a whim, but that summer weekend the whim became a dream.  We dreamed of Zephyr Hill Farm as a place our children and grandchildren would love to visit, to experience God's amazing creation--especially His creatures, and to build lifelong memories.

On December 23, Jim and Monique arrived with Charis, who turned six on the 28th; Kol, who will be four in January; and Eden, who will be two in April.  Jenny, Jean-Marc and their dog Tai arrived from Ohio on Christmas Eve.  Kara had already been here for several days with her dog Bonnie, cooking, baking and decorating up a storm.  Katie and Cameron could not join us as they were heading to New Zealand the day after Christmas.  We missed them, but the celebration went on . . .

All kinds of fun were on the menu, like jumping off the Kubota . . .

getting horsey kisses . . .

and tickles!

Kol and Charis lifted Eden up for a horsey kiss, too . . .

while Julie was just her perfect size.

Not even big, tall Romeo could faze Eden, a truly fearless animal lover.

Charis discovered the fall leaves . . .

and everyone piled right in.

On Christmas Eve we sang Christmas carols around the table after our dinner of fresh Ohio tamales and homemade grass-fed beef chili.

Christmas morning began with one of our favorite traditions.  Everyone has to stay in their room until Dad and Mom (or Didi and Mimi) turn on all the Christmas lights.  Finally, when everything is ready, I give the cue to come downstairs by turning on Percy Faith's "Joy to the World" at 99 on my Bose player.  It definitely wakes any stragglers!

This has for many years been our way of beginning Christmas morning with the joyous announcement of the birth of Jesus.

Full of exuberance while she waited for the slow grown-ups, Eden raced around and around the room . . .

while Charis and Kol clapped their hands over their ears to dim the pealing music and followed suit.

Like the rest of us, Jean-Marc enjoyed a cup of coffee while Santa Herb distributed the presents, assisted by Aunt Kara the Elf.

Jenny kept her camera poised to capture Christmas memories.

Eden helped Jim open his gift of grass-fed Zephyr Hill Farm beef.

Charis and Kol exercised enormous artistic talent and generosity this year, and Aunt Kara was the beneficiary of an original Charis work of art.

Monique shared Eden's joy over a stuffed doggie from Aunt Jenny and Uncle Jean-Marc.

And finally, after a treasure hunt through the house, the children found Didi and Mimi's present in the basement, an HO train complete with an antique village from Mimi's childhood, a mountain tunnel studded with real West Texas rocks, and a little farm with a pasture full of animals.

We were blessed by five full days with the family, loving every minute (except the ones I spent sick in bed). Sunday found everyone heading for home, whether Ohio or nearby Chattanooga.  Before the grandkids left, they had a few last requests . . .  Eden got to say goodbye to the animals.

Charis got a birthday kiss.

Kol and Eden talked to the cattle over the fence.

And there was time for one last romp on the hay bale playground Jim and Didi had built in the hay barn.

Although we made many happy memories this Christmas, there's one I'll always remember.  Monique told us that when Kol woke up the morning after Christmas, he asked her, "Mama, is this a dream?"

"No, it's real," she reassured him.

But she was wrong.  It was a dream--our dream come true!