Then went out to fetch Dolly for milking, to find a calf lying down. Walked through ankle deep muck to reach it, first thought it was one of the girls as the belly was sooo big, but no, it was one of the young Jersey bulls, Boytjie. He must weigh a good 700 lbs, I couldn't push him over. His head was thrashing in the mud, so I went and got the buggy, loaded a syringe with deworming meds and iron, got the drench gun with anti parasitic meds and electrolytes, put molassas and bicarb in the tube feed calf bottle, as I didn't know what was wrong with him. Chatted to God about saving him, then went and fed him the feeding bottle to give him energy and bring up any gas, gave him the drench gun, then injected him on the rump. Constantly had the chase all the other cows away, as this was the most interesting thing that had happened in the pasture in ages :) Tied 2 ropes to the front of the buggy and to his front and back leg on the underside, and reversed, pulling him over. Thankfully, he got to his feet, I struggled to remove the rope from his back leg but he helped by kicking out with it, and although he was covered in mud and shivvering, he seems none the worse for the mishap. He burped, blew lots of gunk out of his nose, and besides looking a little sorry for himself, seems OK. All the other calves came over to greet him, Pearl going head to head with him a little.
Then it was continue as usual, do the milking, after advising today's herd-share owner that I was running late, clean up, collect eggs etc etc.
Herbie missed all the fun.