05/10/2026
Motherās Day didnāt quite start out the way I was hoping⦠but if Iām being honest, it was kind of how I expected it would.
For the last 3 days weāve been doctoring one of our little bull calves. What started as scours and possible pneumonia slowly turned into something much worse.
Thursday night he was down, but after getting meds into him he got back up, went to mom, and nursed. Friday morning he was laying by the fence sunbathing with Jenny close by and fresh piles around him ā signs he had still been up eating. But after that⦠he never got back up again.
By Friday evening he was feeling rough enough that I tried bottle feeding him. No interest. Decided tubing him might be our only option, so I walked over to the Ranger to get everything set up. Jenny stayed right by him the whole time while the rest of the herd started crowding in to investigate what I was doing. Thatās when I noticed Jenny ramming the other cows away from him trying to protect her baby.
And honestly⦠I think thatās when everything went wrong.
There were too many cattle moving around me to see exactly what happened, but after that moment he took a drastic turn downhill.
Yesterday, after realizing he still hadnāt moved from the same spot, I tried getting him up myself. He wanted to try⦠but just couldnāt. His breathing was rapid, he was laying flat, and something just wasnāt right. I checked him over as best I could, feeling carefully for injuries, and when I got right behind his rib cage on one side he let out the saddest beller of pain.
Before I even had time to think, cows were coming at me from every direction.
But Jenny⦠sweet Jenny⦠never once came after me. She actually held the others back. It was almost like she knew I was trying everything I could to help her baby.
And in that moment, I think I already knew and my heart sank.
Iām no vet, but from everything Iāve pieced together, I truly believe he was stepped on while he was already weak and something internally was broken or punctured.
Farm life can be incredibly beautiful⦠but sometimes itās absolutely heartbreaking too. You do everything you can, lose sleep, second guess every decision, pray the meds kick in, pray they stand back up⦠and sometimes despite all of it, things still donāt turn out the way you hoped.
Not exactly the Motherās Day post I planned on making today. But this life isnāt always sunshine, baby calves, and pretty pictures. Sometimes itās hard lessons, heartbreak, and doing your best anyway. This one hit me really hard and hearing Jenny cry and mourn the loss of her beautiful little boy broke me into a million pieces she lost her baby on mother's day.... and I think that will stick with me for the rest of my life...
Rest easy little man in no more pain. You were truly my favorite little bull and it sucks it ended this way.