Our new calf, #71 didn’t survive his first few days. Although we found him in the border wire between the cows and the pigs, we don’t know what actually killed him. Maybe he was not nursing correctly. Maybe he got stepped on as everyone piled into the shade to get away from the sun. Maybe he hung himself on the hog wire, as he was determined to get through the wire from the day he was born. We don’t know. We do know that his mom was on the cull list prior to his birth, and now that she’s lost a calf she’s moved up on the schedule. That’s a shame, because she’s been one of our best moms for a long time but this day comes for every cow.