It's that time of year ...

... the time when all tracks lead to the "calving mob", the cows that have been identified as close to calving, drafted out of the herd and kept in an easily accessible paddock.  Here the wheel tracks tell the story of frequent visits by Heather, and the presence of the vet's vehicle completes the story.

At first glance the jersey doesn't look to be in much trouble.

There's more than a little interest in her back end.

Ahh, yes, even I can see that she's not very comfortable.

Heather doesn't look very impressed right now.  But the vet seems happy and confident.  Nice to watch someone happy in his work.

 

 The jersey was the perfect patient.  She kept trying to give birth, kept pushing.  And finally was delivered, with a lot of assistance from the vet and Heather, of a huge calf.

Don't look at the next shot if you are squeamish.  I've seen a fair few close to death calves in my day and this one was about as close as you can get.  But somehow, slowly it came to life and recovered from the indignity of it's entry into this world and by the time we left the paddock it was up and wobbling around looking for it's first feed.