Today was a bastard but it sure could have gone worse.
My wife and the neighbour were unable to pull this calf. I told her to call the vet and decided to head home to help. Unfortunately, my truck was at the dealer for a warranty repair that they couldn’t (wouldn’t) do so it has to go back. That’s another story. I had to take an uber to the dealer, collect the truck, and got home about 2 minutes after the vets arrived.
It took 4 of us to pull this calf and a bunch of lube.
Nobody was wearing cowboy boots (I had a dress shirt on and presentable jeans), or a cowboy hat.
Does that mean we aren’t cowboys?
Momma and the calf are doing fine and will go out with the herd tomorrow.