So a week ago, my Granpa went to the bar to check her one last time before he went to bed and called me about 10pm and said she had twins and needed help my help. (Excited about the twins, but already on my way to bed.) I grabbed by jeans and pulled on my boots and headed to the barn.
|About 1 hour old.|
A week later! The mother has started producing some milk, but not enough. We are bottle feeding.
Ribeye on the left (she chugs a bottle in about 3min) T-Bone on the right (he is kinda slow, about 10min)