The calf was born yesterday and was fine. The mom must have accidentally stepped on it's leg over night and crushed part of it. It was swollen above the hoof and then just dangling below the knee. The Prairie Kid and I met The Prairie Daddy at the field and he loaded up the calf. The tough little thing never even whimpered...just fought going in the kennel. The dog kennel worked great to transport the calf to the vet.
Don't worry, that is iodine, not blood...
The vet drilled holes in the hoof so that he could run a wire through it for traction for the foot.
The Prairie Daddy had brought the mom to the corral where they will stay.
Here is the new cast. It will take him some getting used to but he should be just fine.
He was still a little wobbly. I tell you what, this calf is so sweet and he stole my heart today.
Mom came right to him and we're hoping they figure out the nursing thing really quickly.
Now I think I might get a little rest...or maybe go sit in the swather with my cowboy.