"There's Something WRONG With The Cows" | ClancyPasta PRESENTS

Relax, Olive.

Relax.

I cooed to her while stroking her shiny black hair.

She was exhausted, lying on her left side with heavy labored breaths.

You must have been up real early this morning.

I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner.

She looked back at me with wild eyes.

I had her hips bound to the barn's supporting beam and her head to a locked stall door so she couldn't suddenly roll or jerk.

The rope to her head restrained, lightly brushing the ground as she lay her head back down, and watched me step over it to wash my hands and arms, put on my gloves, and apply a generous amount of lube.

Alright, you're doing great, Olive.

Let's get this done.

I knelt down beside her and reached inside.

One leg, two legs, and...

Well, it feels like it's a boy.

After some time, I was able to get both legs out far enough to wrap the chain above the ankles and connect it to the pulley system.

I gently pulled every time she had a contraction as to not break the legs, and after an hour, he was finally fully born.

I rushed over to remove the rest of the placenta and mucus off of the calf, and moved him away so Olive wouldn't accidentally kill him as I unbound her.

An hour and a half after that, Timothy shakily made his way over to his mother and nursed.

I sat under the old cedars that surrounded my house at the back edge of my cleared pasture.

I scanned the highway that cut between my lightly-hilled pasture and my cornfield.

It used to be busier some time ago, when Allie and I were the young couple of the area, but as time took our distant neighbors, it, too, took the liveliness of that highway.

There's only a few people who travel through this way every once in a while.

I drank my coffee to take my attention away from the loneliness and to perk me up from the long morning as Jeffrey tracked his way up to me.

Good morning, Jeffrey.

Congrats on your new boy.