May the Lord Grant Fern a Pregnancy

Three weeks after her last signs of heat, Fern was, as far as we could tell, in standing heat. This time Isaiah was the one to notice: "Fern is mounting one of the babies," he said.

I'm not terribly surprised, or even disappointed. Three weeks ago was still unrelenting hot temperatures, and a day late in her cycle. And, as she had never had AI before, she bled a lot.

Professional cowmen would not try AI again, but would use a "cleanup bull" to impregnate her. We don't have a "cleanup bull," and don't really want one, either.

May the Lord grant Fern's AI works this time.

Oh! Giovanni the technician is here! I must go!