heifers around her age, frolicking and napping most of her days away.
One day, the group she was in was thought to be big enough to go in with the bigger girls. But, sadly, new friends are much too exciting it seems. It took roughly twenty minutes before poor little Remington had a broken leg. It was a bad break, and our farm manager Lizz called the vet as soon as she saw it. Needless to say, we decided that the two different groups
of girls were not ready to play together, and were separated again.
When the vet came, Lizz was expecting the worst. She’d never seen a calf of Remi’s size recover from a broken leg, or even seen a vet attempt to treat one. But the vet thought that maybe it could be fixed, and what did Lizz have to lose? In the best case, her calf would recover, and that was what everyone hoped for when the vet casted this little heifer from shoulder to ankle (Picture down below of the cast!). At best, we all expected the heifer to have a fused knee joint, and she’d have a bit of a peg leg but that never seems to bother cows much.
After quite a few weeks, it was time for the cast to come off. In the time it was on, Remington did incredible on it, getting up and lying down like a pro. As the huge cast was cut off, the little heifer took some adjusting, but within a week or two.. She was bending her leg, and even trotting around in her pen! And it only got better from there, the calf recovering quickly and showing almost no signs of the break. Which comes to this year, and this semester specifically. Remington ended up being my Royal cow, and as we were cleaning her one day, Lizz mentioned to me that she couldn’t even remember which leg was broken, as there was no outward sign that either of them had been. Remington and I ended up coming in third in our class, and first overall in the Royal, though neither of us had ever done a Royal before. Needless to say, her story is one of my favorites to tell visitors of our farm, as it really demonstrates how much we care for these animals and hope for them to come out of every experience stronger and happier. Next time you go to the farm, look out for little Remington (who’s not so little anymore, and will someday soon have a little one of her own), and I
encourage you to try and figure out which leg she broke! She sure doesn’t seem to remember!