Sasha calved on Wednesday, without making any noise so we didn't realize anything had happened. I went out mid morning and there she was with a dead bull calf. Not sure if he even got up, he didn't look like he had stretched out.
Regardless, he was gone. Sasha looked around for him a little but seemed fairly unaffected. Which is good, really.
After some pondering we decided to purchase a dairy bull calf: by the time he is breeding age it'll be a good time for Sasha to start a pregnancy (i.e. so we don't have a January calf again) and he can head off to freezer camp once his job is done.
We get beef, a sire for the next calf (maybe two, depending how he grows and when he gets cranky), and a buddy for Sasha and Miss May.
So far everyone is just settling in, locked up in the barn. Tomorrow I'll arrange better introductions.
He is awfully cute.