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It was a mornin' when even cowboys,
Were glad to be inside,
With snow whirlin' in the blizzard wind,
T'was not a day to ride.
Before the phones went out,
From trees fallin' on the line
A neighbor called for help,
It was during calvin' time.
Seems a heifer had worked all night,
In the freezin' winter storm,
To try and have her calf,
But she couldn't get it born.
They had rode for days before,
Bringin' heifers to the barn,
But she had alluded all their efforts,
And was left out in the storm.
She was down & nearly dead,
When they found her in the snow,
And they jerry-rigged some cover,
To shield her from the blow.
Then they put her on her back,
With her four feet in the air,
And worked to pull the calf,
As there was little time to spare.
They knew just what to do,
As they'd done this job before,
And with their help a calf was born,
On the make shift canvas floor.
They cleaned the mucous from his nose & mouth,
And massaged to make him breath,
And dried him off the best they could,
In the hopes he wouldn't freeze.
Although too weak to rise,
The new momma looked around,
And licked her baby's face,
With a contented guttural sound.
With help from those attending,
The calf suckled to their delight,
It was lookin up for him,
But his momma still wasn't right.
The baby needed shelter,
So one rider took him in,
In the canvas he'd been born on,
Across the saddle of his friend.
Wasn't long before the heifer,
Struggled and finally stood,
And with the help of caring cowhands,
She walked the best she could.
Many hours later,
They made it to the barn.
And the two were soon united,
Finally safe and free from harm.
If you asked those buckaroos,
Who helped that stormy day,
They'd tell ya' plain and simple,
They'd not have it another way!
Copyright ©2003 Claire Hurt. All rights reserved.
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