Saturday night was my night to watch heifers, this week. We were down to 17 and supposedly between the big cycles, so the Boss (my FIL) decided I could handle it. But he would be in the Big House, on call, should I need any assistance.
When we night calve we get up every two or three hours to walk through the heifers and look to see if any are starting. (More on that later...)
Some of my friends and family know that I have a hard time shutting my brain off at night and am a terrible sleeper; if I'm awakened some time in the night, it's nearly impossible to go back to sleep. So, when I'm the one to watch the heifers, I'm generally up for most of the 9 hours I'm there.
Here's the bed I don't really sleep in....
When I do try, the common method is to take off the coveralls outside and slip into the sleeping bag in full wardrobe. It's faster, warmer and more efficient all around.
This is the camper that houses the bed, inside a shop in the country. Nice because it doesn't rock in the wind, it's warmer and there's electricity. It looks kind of funny, but it works!
The coffee pot is my friend, not surprisingly. I only drink it from 3 o'clock on, so that really has nothing to do with the insomnia. I think I'm pretty much the only one who ever makes coffee, since the guys seem to be able to get up, slog around the corrals in the brisk night air, lay back down and sleep like rocks until the next alarm goes off.
The coffee I make in the camper is hot, strong, stale and sour. I need to get new grounds out there, but what I'm looking for is hot and strong...that's what I get alright!
Snacks! And a little microwave on top of a dorm refrigerator!
They're not very nutritionally sound, but they give quick energy and ALSO entice children who come to visit during the day. We've noticed a spike in shop visits since the camper moved in. Coincidence? I think not.
Houdini Marie, my partner for the checks. She didn't show up until about 3 a.m. because she has her own perimeter to patrol: "stray" cats to be discouraged, mice to catch, garbage can inspections. It's really an honor that she makes time for me at all, really.
The office....the shop bench where the heifer book is, notes from previous nights, tags, flashlights, drill bits, TP (essential), bucket of assorted shop "things", tape measures...everything! The heifer book contains all the eartag numbers, ultrasound information on days bred, sex of calf, notes about the calving experience for that cow, date she actually calved. The yellow pad has notes to the next person about what happened that night. (All the writing on it in this picture is the beginning of a letter, not my calving notes!) And, of course, my coffee cup. The beverage is now cold, strong, stale and sour...
This is the view just before I go into the corral to wander through the heifers. The barn has great lights that the Boss lets me keep on all night.
I'll go in and shuffle the girls around, looking to see if anyone has started calving. If I see a heifer that's getting ready, I try to put her in the barn or a pen by herself. It was beautiful weather on Saturday, cold and clear, but when it's snowy and sloppy, getting the heifer where she needs to go becomes a lot trickier. Fortunately, we have such nice tempered cows that they don't fight me too badly.
The heifers grew weary of me checking that night. I ended up having two that calved and I'm a worry wart, so I was down there a lot. Like, every thirty minutes from 3 a.m. on. You could practically see them roll their eyes....
Here's 088 and her heifer calf in the barn. I didn't have to put her in a pen, just in the barn, and she had the calf with no problems. The odd thing was that when I was trying to get HER in the barn, she had a friend that didn't really want to leave her side. I looked at 017 really carefully, because she was talking a lot, but she sure didn't have any signs of imminant calving so I left her alone. When I went back out at 4:00, she was talking away and I saw that she'd calved. From zero to calf, in 45 minutes! No problems there, either, but she was still cleaning the little bull calf off, so I checked 088....baby cleaned off, up and sucking...perfect!
I did my last run through around 5:30 a.m. and left my notes before heading home for real coffee.
When the weather is good, night calving is almost enjoyable for me. But when it's bad, it feels like punishment! We have a great set up, easy to move cows from pen to pen, and the bunkhouse is nice and close. Anyone want to come and join me for a shift?