First of all, let me show you the stanchion: The cow puts her head in it to eat and I fasten it in place so that her head is locked in there until I'm finished. As you can see in this picture taken before Penny had her baby, I had her trained to go in the stanchion. She was also trained to let me handle her udder, so I knew I would be able to safely milk her.
Then her own calf died, so we brought in three bobby calves, and I put them in to nurse her. I knew she wasn't going to like them right off, but I figured she would learn to put up with them. Things didn't go as planned, as you will see in this video with two of the calves nursing her. She has a kicker on to keep her from kicking them (or me, as I try to help); they are both on the right side because if they were on the left side, there's no kicker and she could kick them hard enough to do some damage.
I hoped she would learn to put up with them, but that didn't happen. She started moving all the way to the left so that her body was at a 90-degree angle with her head. Then Cliff put a board from floor to ceiling to keep her from doing that. So she started moving toward the right, the side from which the calves were nursing, practically smashing them into the wall of the barn. Cliff modified another kicker I had around that was too big for my Jerseys, so I could put a kicker on both sides. OK, then she almost fell down several times trying to kick, with her head stuck in the stanchion and her neck all bent at the 90-degree angle. I was afraid that if she fell in that position, she might break her neck. This morning, dear, faithful Cliff, who wouldn't have a cow on the place if it were up to him, fixed something to keep her from moving to the right.