I noticed after posting the last blog a couple comments regarding the blog before about the bottle calf. It turned out he was a twin. I kept him at home until the next morning, then hauled him back to the pasture. None of the cows had paid him any mind whatsoever the previous evening as he bawled his head off, but that morning he set back to raising cane as soon as we got into the pasture, and the cow came straight to the trailer and let him suck. I tagged him with a different color tag so I could pick him out quickly, and all is now fine. I am at 53 on my fall calves now, with 44 left to go.