05/29/2026
Well… we had a whoopsie. 😂
Last year, I had a bull in a pasture next to a group of yearling heifers. He successfully bred all of his cows and apparently decided that wasn’t enough of an accomplishment.
In his mind:
“Finished my job? Nah. Time for extra credit.”
The fool somehow went UNDER a gate, folded it up like a Lay’s potato chip, and strolled into the heifer pasture like he owned the place. I was literally at the barn right beside the gate, but before I could get there, he had already completed his unauthorized breeding program. 😑
Now, I normally breed heifers at 2 years old. This one was only 14 months. The vet checked her and said she was plenty big enough to carry a calf, but that didn’t stop me from worrying about her for the next nine months.
Fast forward to yesterday.
I checked her that morning—nothing.
No signs.
Slightly bigger udder.
No obvious labor.
Nothing.
Yesterday evening the herd came up…
…and she didn’t.
At that point I was convinced we were headed for a disaster.
I drove out looking for her and found her standing there like:
“Oh, were you worried?”
She had already calved.
The calf was cleaned off.
The calf had nursed.
Everything was perfect.
She simply missed the gate because she was busy being newborn that wasn’t walking through a puddle, and Kenya wasn’t about to leave her baby behind.
So after nine months of stress, countless pasture checks, and enough worrying to shave years off my life, she delivered the easiest calf on the ranch and acted like it was no big deal. 💕
Harper was thrilled to get a Velvet granddaughter, and Kenya officially earned Mother of the Year.
Moral of the story: Never underestimate a determined bull… or a first-calf heifer determined to prove you worried for absolutely nothing. 😂
Pedigree: Charlie × Happy × Velvet × Wi******er