Well, yesterday started off really well and ended pretty crummy.
Got over to the farm and put the sheep out. Some of them are so near lambing that they need a wide load sign. Put the two pots of salsa on the wood stove in the basement to start cooking while I worked on some of the last of the apples. Cleaned some house and made one batch of apple blueberry jam before I ran out of jelly jars. Got the salsa in the jars and DH came in saying that one of the cows appeared to be having trouble and he had a call in to the vet. Well, long story short, the vet was there for almost 4 hours working on the cow. The calf was dead and had apparently been so for a while and they had to extract it piece by piece. DH said it probably weighed over 200 pounds. Poor Kate came to the house before they were done, green around the gills and said she was never going to be a vet, doctor or nurse, said she didn't want supper, grabbed her stuff ahd went home. The cow was still alive when we left the farm last night but I haven't gotten a report from this morning. Like I said in the previous thread, when the vet gets an emergency call from us, he knows it's going to be a bad one. I suspect whatever she brings on the market when she gets better will probably pay for this vet bill.