It finally stopped raining long enough to get the hay baled. Some really nice bales this cut, no weeds, highly fertilized, and lots of it.
I decided to move the cows back into the north pasture since the grass was in peak grazing condition. I opened the gates and moved the herd into the trail through the woods. The beavers had dammed up the creek so there was some high water to cross and the cows stopped at the creek. With a little coaxing they ran through the creek. A few had stayed behind and were in the woods so I dropped back and got them moving. I went to close the gate, and realized momma and the new calf Sunday were still in the south pasture. I moved them to the gate, and momma took off after the herd. When she did, it frieghtened the calf and she took off the wrong way back into the south pasture. Oh no! I tried to catch her but she kept running away. For an hour in the hot sun I gave chase. She was alot faster than this farmer. Exhausted I drove to the shop for my calf catch pole and a lasso. Back to the south pasture and alot more running, we were both exausted. The calf layed down and I sat down about ten feet from her. I told her if she didn't let me catch her she could die. I asked God for some help. I looked up, and there was my son Joe. I felt relieved. Now we both chased the calf and all of us were exhausted. I decided we would get the truck and try to lasso her from the truck. Joe jumped in the back and after several attemps he lassoed the calf. I jumped out and picked her up, and put her in the back of the truck with Joe. We drove her up to the north pasture and got her out. Well, she then decided to jump right through the barbed wire fence and ran toward the horses. We had to corner her again and drag her to the herd. After some time momma decided to do her job, and take care of her calf. What a day!