Curiousfarmer

We had a cold, hard rain last night.  249 wasn’t with her calf that was born yesterday.  She was looking in the next pasture.  I drove around in the next pasture.

Sure enough, the little shit had gotten separated and went throught the barb-wire fence in the storm.  He was smart enough to find this cozy spot in the bushes.  I caught him and carried him over to the fence and put him under.

He went right to nursing.  I stuck around long enough to see him take a healthy milk poop.

The insect on the manure is Scathophagidae, or Common Yellow Dung-fly.  I have known this insect my whole life;  but until I researched  this post, I didn’t know its name.

“We don’t have a problem-free herd yet,” I said.

Dad and I locked 534 in the catch chute in the corral.  We opened up the side gate and put the calf up to its mother’s teat.  It was 24 hours old and no longer had a great desire to nurse.

Dad worked 534’s teat with his hand. He squirted milk onto and into the calf’s mouth, which he held open with his other hand.  The warm milk stimulated the calf and this time he latched onto the tip of the over-large teat when Dad placed it into his mouth.

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“I’ll bring the 4-wheeler into the corral if you open the gate,” I said.

I was moving 672 into a side pen with her twins so that we could get 619 into the catch chute and pull her calf, which was coming breach.  672 was a protective mother; which also made her difficult to move on foot.

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“How’s everything,” I said.

“Fair,” Dad said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, 3127 had a calf yesterday afternoon.  I swear it had white on its legs.  Tismorning 3127 had a red calf with her.”

“You think she had twins and left one?” I said.

“Yeah, I was just looking for it.  But maybe I saw the placenta and it looked white on the calf’s legs.”

“Which was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s go look again.”

The calf with white on its legs was laying alone in the woods where it was born.

“I’ll pick it up and you can carry it on the 4-wheeler.  Are you going to take it to the barn or to the corral?”

“The barn.  I’ll tube it first.  Then we can decide what to do with it.”

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“We lost a calf in the creek last night,” Dad said.

“Shit.  Which one?”

“103.  She walked all around the pasture yesterday and had to have it next to the creek last night.”

“And that cold rain didn’t help.  Do you want to put the twin on her?”

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Our corral was full.  103 was in a pen with her foster calf.  672 was in a pen with her twins.  534 was in a pen with her calf.  619 was in the alleyway with her calf.

“RANG Heifers?  What kind of breed is that?” Dad said.

“No idea.  Maybe it stands for range?”  I said.

We were looking at a sale report from March 19^th for Monroe, Wisconsin.

The best-selling Angus heifers brought $93.50 per hundred lbs. at an average weight of 682 lbs.  The best-selling Angus steers brought $99 per hundred lbs. at an average weight of 750 lbs.  The best-selling Crossbred heifers brought $93 per hundred lbs. at an average weight of 682 lbs.

The RANG cattle blew them out of the water.  653 lb. heifers brought $102 per hundred lbs.  757 lb. steers brought $105 per hundred lbs.  That’s about 50 dollars higher per head.

We had topped the March 12^th sale at Bloomington, Wisconsin.  Our red heifers brought $102.50 at an average weight of 666 lbs.

Our heifers are not purebred.  Dad raised Shorthorns all his life as his Dad did before him.  We grew disgusted, however, with the Shorthorn breed’s emphasis on the showring and the addition of Maine-Anjou genetics to the Shorthorn breed in the 90’s.  We tried using Maine/Shorthorn bulls; but decided to do something different when we found ourselves pulling big, dead, calves out of cows.

We started using Red Angus bulls.  Rah-rah Red Angus!  Calving ease improved and raising cattle was fun again.

We have been using Red Angus bulls exclusively for over the past ten years.  We have been using bulls from Leland Red Angus and James Red Angus for the past five years.  I wrote about our selection criteria in my post,  “Selection: A Force for Change.”

The bulb in my head lit up.  “I know what RANG stands for. Red Angus!”

Dad is ok.  But we had an emotional St. Patrick’s Day.

Dad sat down on a pail to take a break while I used my chainsaw to cut some shrubs in the fence row  about ten feet away.  I was trying to avoid the barb wire, of course, but hit a wire that was embedded in the tall grass.  It broke and went flying into his face.

I gave him a ride home on the ATV and Mom took him to the local clinic where he received three stitches in his lip and a tetanus shot.  Mom took him to McDonald’s after that. He had a shamrock shake.

Dad was hurt at 2:30 and was back helping me clear out the fence row by 4.  We finished clearing the fence row by 6.  A quarter mile of fence cleared in a day and a half, even with an injury timeout.

Pictured below are the brace posts.  The brace posts are tied together with wire, with a brace between them.  This gives you something to pull against when stretching the barb wire.

The brace was traditionally placed at an angle.  But this results in one post being pushed out of the ground over time.   We place our brace  level and I will picture this when we make this fence new.

This is the old barb wire being rolled up.  Our neighbor was rolling up his barb wire on a barrel.  Dad said not many people know how to roll up barb wire.

The wire is on the ground and a hoop is formed and rolled along the ground crisscrossing the wire as you roll.  It doesn’t seem like rocket science to me; but I benefited from Dad’s teaching.

This is the worst stretch of fence because of all the brush that has grown up in it.  Dad wasn’t the only one to get hurt.  I sprained a tendon in my forearm trying to do too much, too fast.

We have been talking about replacing this fence for at least the last three years.  It was great to find some beautiful March weather to get after it.

Now it’s the first day of spring and it snowed.  This will give us a few days to heal until the ground is dry enough to put in the new fence.

Below is a drawing of our corral.  Mark from ISU asked for more information on our corral.  Thanks Jammer for helping with Autocad.

Dad spent all of one winter studying a book of corral designs.  He built his own design the next summer.  We have used it for over 25 years and there isn’t a lot we would change.

There is an exterior gate between #2 and #1 and an exterior gate between #8 and #9.  Gates open so that the corral could be used as a circular riding arena.  I will describe how we use the corral to preg-check the cows.

Cattle are lured into the large alleyway, #1, with hay or walked in using low-stress stockmanship.   Gates are opened from the exterior into #2, and through #5, #3, and #4.  Cattle are walked using pressure from at least three people from #1 to #2.  By the time we get the exterior gate shut, cattle are beginning to move into #3 and #4.  I run around and shut the gate between #3 and #5 to keep too many cows from crowding in.

When the veterinarian arrives, I move all the cows except for about fifteen back into #2.  Fifteen cows are now in #3.  And #4 is empty.  I now walk two cows at a time into #5 and #6 which has a crowding gate and they go down the alleyway into the catch chute, #7.  One or more cows stands and waits in the alleyway with a bar behind her to keep her from backing out.

When the system is working well, I’m slowly bringing in more cows as the vet. is preg-checking them.  One person is helping move the cows down the alleyway while standing in #10. 

If a cow is bred, she is vaccinated and turned back out into the pasture.  If a cow is not bred, (open), she is moved into #4.  At the end of the day we can load the open cows using the alleyway or back the trailer into #10 and load there.

Ok, this is quick and dirty.  Comment if you have questions and I will clarify.