When I was a kid, we would keep a few hundred head of yearling cattle on pasture for a feedlot. Almost every summer, at least one heifer would show up that had been bred. If she dropped the calf before shipping time in the fall, the feedlot would tell us to just keep the calf ourselves because they had no place for it and no use for it. So, we would bring it home, bottle feed it until it was old enough to wean, and then turn it out to pasture until it was a yearling and nice and fat. Then, we would take it to the butcher.
I do remember naming all of them but the only one I can really remember specifics about was a bald faced black steer named Nelson. He tasted really good