Posted by: poofergirlsperspective | November 1, 2007

Corrine & The Boys.

This past spring we added two baby calves and a mama cow to our tiny heard of 2 young steers.  This wasn’t really a planned decision, more of a “hey, here is a free cow if you want her” sort of decision.  Corrine is our mama cow.  Here she is with baby Caleb in April.   She was very protective of him and wasn’t too crazy about me taking his picture … plus, she has a bit of an attitude. 


Corrine first resided at a dairy farm a few miles south of our farm and she had a pretty rough life.  She almost died once because of an infection of some sort, and then she was run over by a skid-loader and almost died.  In addition to those events she was also blessed with a extra large and low udder.  I am not sure if she was teased like poor rudolph and his red nose, but she has had her share of troubles. 

The large dairy farmers had her for awhile but it became too much work to keep her and she needed more attention then they were able to give her.  So, they gave her to some friends of theirs who have a much smaller dairy operation.  Around Christmas time they gave Corrine away who was pregnant at the time so our neighbors were not only gifted with Corrine, but her growing calf.   Now, in the dairy farmers world you want a baby girl because of course they will give you milk when they get older.   So Corrine had a baby girl on Easter.  The neighbors were happy about that but not with Corrine.  Corrine is a great cow but she was a lot of work.  As a result of her extra large and low udder she would step on it and at the time she calved she had a pretty good size cut and they had to milk her by hand.   Too much work was involved and so they offered her to us.  We weren’t looking for a milk cow but we felt sorry for her and her unfortunate life so we took her in.  Since she just had a calf taken away and still had milk we purchased two baby calves from the original farmers that gave her away (small farm world huh?) and so the night that we got her we went and picked up Charlie and Caleb.  One was 12 hours old and one was 24 hours old.  They were cute.


Here is Chalrie at just a few days old.  


Caleb at just a few days old … he was always with his Mama.


Here they are at a few weeks old.  They were so identical looking that we had to put a green tie around Charlie (in the front) so we could tell them apart.


Our hope was that Corrine would take them both as her own.  Well, she didn’t.  She did take Caleb though and we fed Charile.  It was pretty much touch and go for awhile as to wether or not Corrine would stay on the farm because she was a lot of work.  What Caleb wouldn’t drink, Loren had to milk out of her and with her cut teet and that blessed extra large and low udder, it was a challenge.  But it all worked out and they are all doing great.  

Corrine is definitely in charge.  She pushes and shoves Peter and Paul around and runs the show.  Noboby heads out to the pasture before her or heads back to water and sheter before her.  She doesn’t spend much time with “the boys” except to push them out of the way if she thinks that they have better grass, or to lead them some where.   


Here are the “boys” in order of rank … Peter, Paul, Caleb, and Charlie.


Corrine and Caleb in August waiting for new fence.  


Today as I was walking to get the mail in the chill of the fall day I recalled those early spring days with new calves and more cattle then we were prepared for.  We had some challenges.  Loren had to set up fencing as we raise grass fed beef and so the pasture had to be fenced with temporary fencing and the cattle moved every other day.  It was a good summer though and we learned a lot.   I will share two of my past summer calf stories in the next couple days … this post is long enough!  :) 

Come back tomorrow to meet Caleb James. 



  1. Great story and pictures. I’m surprised the farmer didn’t just take poor Corrine to auction. He must have a soft heart to give her away instead. We milked 200 cows when I was growing up and I was warned not to name them because if one wasn’t producing, she had to go! Sounds brutal….but it was a business. I was also not allowed to get near….let alone feed…..the one steer we’d raise every year for meat. My Dad did not want me crying at the supper table. Funny the things you have me remembering….those days are long gone….my Dad retired and sold off the herd over 20 years ago. Where has time gone!

  2. Rosie … it was recommended that I don’t name the animals either but you have to call them something so I decided we would give them names. :) When Loren had his first few steers, he would greet them in the evening by saying “good evening” just so that they knew it was him and all was well in the world. Slowly they were butchered and eventually the last one became know as Good Evening. He is still called Good Evening … even though he is in our freezer. Ha. I figured that if they are going to be named something, it might as well be something fun. I am not your typical farm-girl of course, but I am sure that you have that figured out. :) Plus, I love beef too much to cry at the table.

  3. Oops, I wasn’t criticizing :-( Just relating my Father’s parenting advice when dealing with kids and the facts of farm life. I’m not sure how I would react today in similar circumstances. I give you a lot of credit… me…a lot!

  4. Oh … no critisism taken! :) Just sharing more info.

  5. I think when you say “teet” you must mean “teat” commonly referred to on a cow as a “tit” Anyway, poor Corrine was a “two-titter” and then became a “one-titter” which left no room for Charlie. Now that she is hopeful of becoming a “two-titter” again after wearing a “cow-bra” to prevent Caleb, who has no hands, from getting at the sore teat, so she could dry up. Just “farm talk”.

  6. […] Last week I introduced you to Corrine and then you met Caleb.  Today I would like you to meet Charles Andrew […]

  7. […] Corrine… our “head” lady around these parts … you don’t really wanna mess with this mama.   Oh, and she does not like her picture taken … I don’t know if it is because she is feeling “puffy” due to her pregnancy or if she is just camera shy? […]

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