A few years ago, while checking the cows, I heard a calf balling away from the herd. It was somewhere down next to a deep gully that separates two pastures. I started walking the gully while listening for the calfâs crying.
I got lucky and stumbled onto where water had washed out around a big tree at the gully. Down in the bottom of the washed out hole amongst the trees roots was the baby calf. It couldnât have been but a few days or a week old. I laid on my belly and finally got a hold of him and pulled him up through the roots and got him out. Luckily he was ok and I got him back to his mama.
Donât know how long he had been down there but if I hadnât heard him I never would have known he was missing.