Now that I have time to breathe and clear my head lol. Since the baby, here is how it all happened.
Yesterday morning I had a gut feeling she was gonna foal, I did not listen to it and instead went to work. Obliviously I have not learned much from that feeling, since I keep ignoring it lol. I got home, and everyone in my family is doing there usual routine. Looked out the window saw a blk blob on the ground with calfe standing over it. I freak out ( this included some screeches and some inaudible swearing) run outside. Check it over. Seems very drained, weak. So I get him up give him a one over. Find he has a little bump on his gums. Then I check calfes bag, find its same size. I try to milk it get clear milk out. Then I get baby up and nursing. While fighting off the other pesky ladies. Ehmmm blazin the cuteness. Skipping forward a bit. I make a mini breast pump milk calfe and feed baby. He poops. Goes back to sleep. Over this time I had checked on calfe. She's pretty bruised, and torn a bit. So I cleaned her up using a rag and vet antibacterial soap. She was also welting on her udder and around her vulva from gnats biting her all day. Skipping forward again... Baby does not believe calfe is his mom so he was calling. Figured out he was trying to nurse off the old lady. Also known to be a baby stealer. She took calfes first baby too.
But now he's got it figured out. I found the placenta and it was pretty dried up. I figure he was born around 9am. Long story shortened yet again, his name is going to be Hartley's Hullabaloo although it is not definite... I think it will fit on papers..?
More pics hopefully this evening. Outside. I need to clean calfe up.