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A CALF CALLED VALERIE

Copyright Valerie Martin 2005

General Ike and General Monty (the Siamese cats) were disturbed one evening early in November 2005.   There was much shouting, bellowing and mayhem in their paddock.  They thought it very unsociable behaviour going on in pitch blackness but knew better than to get involved with exuberant steers, so watched — cats can see in the dark, they say —  from a safe vantage point.

Vesta, the House-Cow, was eventually extracted from the mob and brought in from the paddock.   She was duly delivered of a daughter at 11 p.m.! 

 

 

This is how  Peter Archbold in New Zealand emailed to say that his House-Cow had calved.   He said she was the fourth generation Archbold House-Cow.    Valda.... Venus.... Vesta....?    The new arrival's name must start with a "V".   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He wondered if I would be offended if he called her "Valerie".   He said she was very sweet and good natured and sleeping much of the time.   Sleep is important for a little calf.
 



Here is the calf named Valerie at 9 hours old and keeping up with Vesta (a pure bred Friesan) and on her way to a new patch.

 

It was the first time that anyone had named a calf after me and I was absolutely delighted and very honoured and I immediately had lots of questions for Peter.

Valerie at 36 hours old and having a sleep after that long walk.



I learned that House-Cows are a diminishing species and rare animals these days. They are not pets in the accepted way but their owners build up a very close rapport with them.    They are kept to supply the household with milk and were much favoured by smallholders in the old days.  

Some people "share milk" with the calf (letting the calf stay with the cow and taking what is left for the house).   Any surplus milk going to pigs or calves.  Peter milks the cow and feeds the calf her ration.  

House-Cows can be a "tie" and interfere with social activities but Peter manages very well and a House Cow has been the mainstay of the Generals' establishment for the past 25 years.

Feeding a calf like Valerie, in the first few days, is fraught with unknowns and learning new skills.   First a bottle.  Then onto a "calfeteria" — to share with new friends, obtained to absorb the "milk lake" that Vesta will produce.  One gallon per calf and one gallon for the house governs the size of the cr่che.   So two or three "siblings" will shortly be added to the establishment... A balancing act!

Peter's surplus house milk becomes cream and butter. The separated milk is made into curds for the hens.   Peter explained that this frugality stems from having been brought up on wartime rationing in England.  It's something he doesn't forget lightly.

I wondered who Valerie's father was and learned that he was a fine upstanding Hereford, "borrowed" from the Dairy farm and subsequently returned to his stud. 

The Generals were reluctant to get too closely involved with the new arrival on the farm. They are experienced calf-watchers and like to leave a reasonable stress free settling in period before introducing themselves.

This is as close as the Generals were prepared to go at first.
They were a bit bitter and twisted over loss of Sporting Rights in THEIR barn
and thought of negotiating and demanding danger money to enter and do their mousing......


Not so Becky the Great Dane — she carefully checks all newcomers and gives Valerie the once over...

"And what's YOUR name?"

"Valerie"

"That's nice. Welcome to the team."

 

"Hold it higher! I'm only sucking air!"

 

By the 7th November 2005, the Generals had indicated that it would be better to have MORE of them on the website and LESS of "Them Outdoors".



"Who's a clever girl, then? Look Mum - no hands!"

Graduating to the Calfeteria!

 

 

12th November 2005

Hello Valerie,

New Arrival

Little Valerie has her first stable mate... Jacob. Also FriesianxHereford.

Why "Jacob"? Because he's a bull calf and I change the name letter every year for beef calves. And 2005 is the year "J" for me.

It's still too early to predict Vesta's daily milk production - so there may be more later. In the meantime I need milk to separate for cream = butter!

Here are a couple of photos - pick which you like!




"Welcome to my humble home!"


"Not bad nosh they serve here..."



All best wishes,

Peter.

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.

 

I guess it was love at first sight for Young Valerie.

 

22nd November 2005

Hello Valerie,

We really have been spoiled by the super abundance of absolutely first rate photos in the last day or two.

"Oo - Ah!!" sums them up! I am sure we will all miss Finnegan and I wish him a successful transition back to his "real world". A delightful example of TLC...

Valerie and Jacob are growing apace and have graduated to being allowed out into part of the paddock by day.

As is customary, the first day was traumatic for them. Fences had to be met with and understood. And their own GPS had to be switched on and calibrated. To be led home to the barn for supper was obvious bliss!

Now, after three days, the World is all pretty Ho Hum...




"Come ON Valerie! This is where I got through the other day!"



"Bah! It's been blocked off!"

In case you are wondering, that is not a heap of scrap iron just behind Valerie!

It is a fully operational horse drawn tedder hay rake with which I have made my hay for quite a number of years. It was not new when I acquired it... The hay was cut yesterday, so later this week it will be trundling slowly behind my TEA tractor (alas - no horse!) doing the job it was designed for so many years ago...

All best wishes,

Peter.

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.
 

 

 

 

13th December 2005

Valerie,


The Great Escape.
or
Jacob and Valerie go "walk-about"
 

What a day it has been... All perfectly smooth and normal until 12.30 when I got home from the farm. In fact pretty enjoyable - up to that stage.

As I drove onto our "car park", I glanced down past the shed towards the calves. There is a deer gate there, at the paddock perimeter.

It was WIDE OPEN! It is also the gate into the calves pen... There were no calves in sight!

A hurried search of the garden and flower beds. The garden shrubbery could hide a herd of elephants. Back into the "Russian Range Rover" - then a drive along the road towards the airport.

"Yes. I saw two calves this morning. Running up and down the road. I think they headed back towards town." said the first person I spoke to.

So I turned back and called in at another house.

"Yes. I saw two calves. Didn't know whose they were - so I chased them out." said a friendly but unhelpful neighbour.

Next to Max's place. (A bit further down the road). "Yes. I put them in one of our paddocks." said Jeanette.... So - the major problem solved!


Injured innocence (1)



"Were you looking for us?"



I then went home and got two halters with the idea of leading them home. About half a mile. This was not successful and I don't want to dwell on it... "I'm tired out." said Valerie. "I like THIS place." said Jacob. Impasse... They are too big to tuck under one's arms.

"I'll go and hire a stock trailer from town." I said to Jeanette.

"No. Take ours." she said.

So I did - and they came home in style. Tired and thirsty - but with a smug, self satisfied air about them that made me think longingly of veal snitzels...

The offending gate has an automatic self clipping latch. It has never let me down before.

I guess there is a first time for everything... It passed through my mind that the Generals - still sulking at the deprivation of their Barn Hunting Rights - might know something about it...

 

Injured innocence (2)


 

"Who?  US??  Don't know how..."
 


Breakfast had been at the usual time - 06.15. Lunch was a little late. 14.15. I, too, was tired and thirsty.

The afternoon passed in a flash. ZZZZZ!

Not an account of which I am particularly proud. But all part of "life with animals"...

All best wishes, Peter.

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.
 

 

Peter says that "Valerie is very dainty.   Jacob is a big Butch!  But he doesn't know who his father is... Nor, for that matter, does anyone else!"

 

 

19th December 2005


"Valerie" and Jacob have just been promoted from Kindergarten to Prep School.

So the Sports Barn is Vacant again.   I have not told the Generals - but I don't think they will be long in finding out...

All Best Wishes, Peter

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.

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19th December 2005

Hello Valerie,

I Told You So


Jacob and Valerie, having been promoted from Kindergarten to Prep School, has brought joy to the Generals... Sole Ownership Rights have been re-established in the Barn!

Ike says...



"Ooo! Just look at the mess down in that corner!"

 

Monty says...




"Never mind that. We've got the place back to ourselves.
"I'll get someone in to clean it up..."
 

And he's not joking.

All best wishes, Peter.


 

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.

 

 

 

 

12th February 2006

Yes, 'Tis!

Here you are, Valerie!

By dawn's early light! (Not really, actually 09.00!)





"Valerie" aged 15 weeks.



"Valerie and Jacob."
Aged 15 weeks.



Take your pick! They are doing well!

Peter.

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.
 

 

 

 

11th November 2006

Hello Valerie,

I said I would send you a photo of "Valerie" on her First Birthday!

I'm sorry - I've missed by a week - but here are a couple...



"Valerie" - One Year Old!



"Valerie and Jacob - One year old!"
with Vesta in the background.



All best wishes, Peter.
 

Peter Archbold, Ashburton, South Island, New Zealand.

 

 

"Come DOWN - Jacob!
You KNOW you're not allowed up there!"

April 2007

 

Peter Archbold emailed in October 20007 ... "Valerie has got very possessive and bossy - and gives the rest of the "herd" a hard time!  I think she'd like to see me off too - but she loses her nerve before I do!    After all, she was born here and it gives her Proprietor's Rights".

 

Jacob in October 2007

 

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