Finally, after what seemed like ages of waiting, Daisy became a mother last night, to a beautiful bull calf we have chosen to name Pål (norwegian version of Paul). The birth went well, but we had to help her in the end. I, being a newbie when it comes to cows, was thrown into the business of cattle midwifery by my much experienced husband. We both had to help pull the baby out, and having had three babies myself, I must admit I felt sorry for Daisy. She took it like a champion though, and was amazing. I remember noticing the similarities of sounds made by human mothers and cow mothers in birth, the likeness in energy, and I am even more awe-struck by the miracle of birth now. It truly is a mystery.
Anyway, Pål came out, Daisy was born as a mama, and all is well. As I write this they are in the meadow outside my window, I can see him sleeping in the grass there while she is grazing around him.
The beauty of it all.
