Amy was a little concerned, but not panicky. If her calf had begun calling for her, she might have gotten frantic, but that never happened:
Amy looked around, begged for more grain, and looked out the windows for possible escape routes:
She eventually walked right down the squeeze chute and stuck her head in through the head-lock gate, so I fastened her in there:
We waited an hour, but the A.I. man never arrived. Amy was calm as long as I stood there and talked to her. Eventually I let her out of the squeeze chute but not out of the barn:
When the technician arrived, I put Amy back into the squeeze chute and head-lock gate:
The A.I. man got a tube (called a "straw") of semen out of the liquid nitrogen tank. He put his (gloved!) left hand into her rectum:
And then, inserted the straw of semen into her vagina:
Clearly, Amy did not mind the procedure. She'd have balked if she had:
It was all over in a minute or less, and Amy should now be carrying a calf for the next 285 days or so, sired by one of the best Red Poll bulls in the country:
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