Matilda's inverted teat is still inverted. It's the weirdest thing. We've tried using a modified syringe to exert pressure; nothing doing. Next we tried the powerful suction of a shop vac; nothing doing. (Matilda is one patient cow, let me tell you.)
The best we can hope for is to get a stream of milk going, which actually happens on a quasi-regular basis. The funny thing is, the quarter is not warm (as in, fever-warm), and the milk when it squirts out is perfectly clean - not the slightest hint of mastitis. The quarter is still tight and full but she doesn't seem to be in any discomfort.
The teat doesn't squirt continuously (I wish it did!), but when it does squirt, there's a pretty good stream. Here's a puddle of milk with a trail where Matilda walked away.
One of you suggested mixing a little apple cider vinegar with Matilda's grain, and I've been faithfully doing that. Whether or not it's working, the fact is she has not had one iota - not even a hint - of mastitis so far! So thank you, whoever suggested the vinegar.
I just put in a call to the U.C. Davis Vet-Med Hospital (I'm a U.C. Davis alumni) and explained the issue to a professor with expertise in dairy cattle, and emailed him a photo of the teat in question. We'll see what his prognosis is.
Here's Pearly, Matilda's yearling calf, meeting her little brother for the first time.
Thor's scours has totally cleared up, by the way.
Whenever I milk Matilda, Don puts Thor on a lead rope and keeps him right next to his mama. This keeps both animals calm.
Then after every milking, Don walks Thor around on the lead rope to start training him. The first few times, Thor braced himself. Little calves are strong! But Don patiently lets Thor brace himself until he realizes it's a lot more comfortable to stop fighting.
After an initial bit of stubbornness, he walks quite nicely on a lead rope. We've been walking him two or three times a day.
Yesterday when we got home from church, we found Thor had gotten into the hay barn and had somehow managed to wedge himself between two hay bales (go figure). He couldn't back up and he couldn't go forward.
Matilda was unhappy, of course.
But we hoisted him out from between the bales and got him out of the haybarn.
Thor immediately dove for mama. A little comfort food, don'cha know.