This post may alarm you. It may gross you out. It will probably leave you feeling a bit squirmy. It does me, anyway. Feel free to skip it entirely, unless watching a cow get impregnated fascinates you.
Because that is what Penny did over the weekend: Get pregnant. (At least SOMEONE around here is.)
Or, at least, that was the idea. We'll see if it "took" in about 20 days. If she hollers and bellows for some male to come and make babies with her, then we will know it didn't work. If she stands quietly and contentedly, growing a baby bovine during her next 'heat cycle', well then CHA-CHING. It took!
We chose to buy some bull spermies in a nice, tidy little straw instead of using an actual bull. We did this because Matt loves me and knows that I am so NOT CAPABLE of having a bull around here. No thank you. If a bull comes to Hopestead- I will go. That's final. The end. Over and out.
See? Nice and tidy.
He sticks the intimidatingly long spermy-shooter in his shirt. Spermies, they like it warm.
(Wow. Never thought I would use the "s" word on my blog. And here I am, shooting it off like bullets.)
But she doesn't know the meaning of the word ODD just yet.
Oh yes. This is happening.
Matt has done this many times before- in fact, he's been known to quadruple pregnancy rates on the farms where he has worked.
He has skills.
I don't think Penny minded the actual procedure, but she may have minded all the spectators gawking at her while she was most vulnerable.
The whole thing took like five minutes. Penny was fine and dandy afterwards. I, on the other hand, waddled back to the house with knees glued together, wondering at the indecency I had just witnessed.
We put Penny out to pasture. After all, she may be eating for two...
Later, I found that Penny's brave feat had made the papers!
(My apologies to the Marble family. The journalists' priorities, is seems, were more than a bit skewwed.) ;-)