It was the two feet coming out of the rear end of our cow that stopped us in our tracks. We were in the middle of milking the goats. Elise had laid down. We thought she had gone back to bed. She hadn't. She was in labour.
Now this was a surprise to say the least. We had thought that her bright red fanny and her enlarged udders were something to do with her coming on heat for the first time. We have waited expectantly for this event for some months, although were not in a hurry to mate her, we just wanted to know what her biological rhythm was so we could plan artificial insemination later on in 2014.
However, the two feet coming out of her backside said that this plan had become irrelevant.
So how had this come to pass? How had our young heifer been brought to the brink of motherhood. For ages we mused on this, and arrived at the conclusion that she must have been 'got at' by the resident bull at the farm she was born at, just before she came here.
Once the feet were out, the rest followed quite effortlessly. By now Sara down the lane and her vet students had come to lend a hand. They were angels. I was in a fug so just watched. Lester was in an even bigger fug and went off to see to the other animals. We were both feeling a tad stunned. Seeing feet coming out of your supposedly virgin cow is not something that one's head can easily deal with.
Meanwhile, the river continues to rise.......we are at orange alert for the Adour.