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Herd goals and climate evolve

I love calving season each year, but this one will be hard to beat. I used to do this in the winter on my northeast Kansas farm, starting in February. With heifers due on pasture leases the first of May, we couldn’t wait too long for synchronized artificial insemination (AI) early that month.

There’s been no change in breeding date over the last 20 years, but winter here has retreated. This year, the short month was so mild we didn’t exaggerate to call it spring calving. As one result, we calved the first quarter of our herd a month before the first day of spring with no losses till this morning. We went to 39/40 when a bull calf came backwards to a mature cow and unfortunately inhaled fluids; the streak had to end, but so far the weather is holding.

Our calves should be the healthiest ever. Each has been up and nursing within minutes, getting a full dose of immunizing colostrum and then dozing in comfort.

bull calf nursing

Twenty years ago, we wanted more male calves because we could sell more pounds. Now we have the data to know this #583 steer calf had a sibling that not only gained well but qualified for the Certified Angus Beef(R) brand.

I have to think back 36 years to my first calving season here with a couple dozen registered Continental cows. Winter was an obvious challenge in February and March, and even mature cows could have problems.

We watched them all, helping when necessary and couldn’t wait to see each new calf as soon as possible. Did I want “a boy or a girl?” It didn’t matter then because one could become a sale bull and the other could build the herd.

I didn’t know how much culling and “wholesale herd changing” lay ahead, mostly in search of calving ease and lower-input cows. As the cattle cycle turned and the family grew, we were running a random-quality, mostly black herd. I wanted male calves because steers weighed more and brought more money per pound.

With the start of AI in this commercial herd – first heifers and then the better half of cows 15 years ago – I always felt more elation from early-born heifers than bulls that would become steers on day one. I learned from the steers though, as their gain and carcass data came back to sire groups, cows and keep-or-cull decisions.

The whole idea behind AI was faster genetic improvement, so heifer calves were the most welcome. There were exceptions of course. Some bred heifers were kept only to see if a very docile sire could tame some of the too-hot maternal fire in otherwise productive cow families.

For the last 15 years, we lit up a little brighter when AI-sired calves were heifers, like Miss 664, with 3 generations of AI. Now we have enough great cows to just enjoy each one as it comes.

For the last 15 years, we lit up a little brighter when AI-sired calves were heifers, like Miss 664, with 3 generations of AI. Now we have enough great cows to just enjoy each one as it comes.

Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn’t. After all this time, we are finally ending those trials and no longer giving the chance to scions of questionable disposition lines.

It’s a good feeling to get disposition more nearly under control.

There are still a few proddy old cows, some that could win an Oscar for attempted assault, but given a decade of chances, they have always stopped short of trying to hurt anyone tagging their calves. There are a few that grow suspicious as they get old and become too smart to fall for the traps management requires. If they have to be escorted in as singles, they’ll have to leave the farm.

For the most part, when docility is even and adequate, I can be just as happy to have a steer for the feedlot and premium beef production as to raise a potential replacement heifer backed by the decades of focus and culling toward an ideal.

Since calf sex is still random here, that brings peace of mind.

Let’s keep building tomorrow together!

Steve

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A dreamer, lucky enough to see some come true. Rooted in these Kansas hills, I married schoolmate Anne, hunter, fisher, cook, mom, teacher and coach, fellow K-Stater. We make homemade wine and better Angus calves each year. Two daughters are grown now, the eldest in Ireland. Unique son a teacher, too; we’re legal guardians now. Introspective, I love words (pictures, too); trying to avoid groaners, but puns are intended. Obscure Reference Man who likes historical ballads. Well, most music except – pardon my gap – rap. Since 1998, Director of Industry Information for CAB; now Senior Editor, Producer Communications. And so help me, I care.
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