We had three sets of twin calves born this past calving season and the percentages of luck with twins played out about normal; one pair were both claimed and raised by the mother, one pair died shortly after birth, and the last two resulted in the mother only claiming one of the calves.

It was fortunate to even find the little heifer calf on my afternoon check. I saw a small black dot in the edge of one pasture, near the timber line and drove over to see about it. What I found was a tiny, little calf that was too weak to even stand. With most of the cows within 100 yards, I used my distressed calf noise to see if any of the cows would respond. About a dozen had already calved and they immediately ran to their calves. None came to the newborn, so I drove through the herd and identified one cow who had given birth the day before to an unusually small bull calf. I was sure it was the birth twin to the newly found little girl. Since Judy was with me, she drove the UTV while I cradled the critter in my arms and we drove to the suspected mom, but she wanted nothing to do with the newborn. We took it home with us to let Nurse Judy work her magic. Not only was the calf weak from her first day and a half without nutrition, we soon determined that she was both blind and deaf. Judy named her Helen.

For the next two weeks, my wife did everything in her power to keep the baby calf alive, including feeding with a stomach tube for the first three days until she garnered enough strength to stand. Judy would also massage Helen’s muscles and brush her hair to simulate what should have been her own mother’s licking and care. A deep layer of fresh straw in the barn kept her warm during the cold February nights and there were a few nights when Judy would even cover her with a blanket for added warmth. By the third week, Helen was healthy, vigorous, and much like any other calf with the exception of not having a cow momma. She had also regained some vision and hearing, but, contrary to every baby calf I had ever raised, the little critter never learned how to suck — she simply chomped at the bottle nipple. I had cut an extra-large hole in the end so the milk would flow out easily, but it would take her 10 minutes to consume the contents of the bottle that a normal calf should have devoured in 3 minutes.

In early May, Judy turned the calf out in the pasture by our house, but every morning and evening she would go to the yard fence and yell, “HELEN,” and the little calf would come running to chomp on the nipple and eat her meal. This continued for about a month when Judy commented to me, one day, that Helen had finally grasped the concept of actually sucking. Within a week from that comment, Helen would no longer come to Judy’s call and I observed that the newly acquired skill had allowed the former bottle-baby to start robbing from any and all of about 30 mothers in the pasture. Judy was happy for her in one way, but sad that she no longer needed her surrogate mother. As a matter of fact, one afternoon when all the cattle were close to the house and Helen was 10 feet away from the spot where Judy had fed her for so long, when she called out Helen’s name, the little calf turned her back to my wife, as if she didn’t want the other calves to know she had once been friends with that “human.”

My wife commented that Helen was no different than our own sons.

“When they reach adolescence, who wants to be seen with their parents?”

Jerry Crownover farms in Lawrence County. He is a former professor of Agriculture Education at Missouri State University, and is an author and professional speaker. To contact Jerry, go to ozarksfn.com and click on ‘Contact Us.’

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