Little Bobo

A few years back, we had a cold, wet spring. One morning, in a raging blizzard, the cowboy went out to check cows and discovered that one of our cows had calved. The poor calf was lying in a snowbank, half frozen. So the cowboy did the sensible thing – he scooped up the calf and brought it to the house! My fairly new, recently spotless dining room became a nursery.
We cleaned the calf and piled blankets on him and set him over the heat register. The poor little thing laid there, hardly moving, while we worked on him. He finally started to shiver, which is a good sign, then to move a little. Pretty soon he was lying up, rather than flat out on the floor.






The weather cleared up and the sun started to shine and before too long it had warmed up considerably outside. Little Bobo took notice of this and decided it was time he stood up. Well, linoleum isn’t the best thing underfoot for a newborn calf to learn to stand on.

Remember Bambi on the frozen pond? Little Bobo made Bambi look graceful.


Eventually we got Bobo onto the rug in front of the door and with a little assistance; it wasn’t long before he was proudly on his feet.
Soon after that, we took him out and reunited him with his distraught mother, made sure he got a drink of milk, then let nature take it’s course.





Just another day on the ranch.