Worrying

It's official. I'm worrying to much. I went out to check heifers about an hour ago and one was calving. I looked at her and thought to myself, "this is going to be trouble, I know it." I did decide to give her a half an hour to see if she would have it but I was sure that she wasn't.<br />n<br />nI went out a half an hour later and she had made some really good progress, usually it would be enough to give her more time, but this time I looked at her and thought, "those feet are awful big, I can see the tongue but not the muzzle, I just know this cow is trouble so I had better pull it." Normally I would give one like this more time but not this time. I went and gathered up the hand to help me and got a stall strawed down and the barn ready and by then the hand showed up and we were ready to get her in.<br />n<br />nWe walked up to get her and guess what? There she was, standing there, licking off her new born calf. I'm officially worrying to much. It's that simple.<br />n<br />n{to myself}Quit worrying so much. Let things take their course. It will be all right. Cattle most of the time have calves by themselves. Quit jumping the gun.{/to myself}<br />n<br />nDamn, I feel like an amateur at calving after this stunt. I can't believe I did such a bone headed thing.<br />n<br />n<strong>Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere. Glenn Turner</strong>