There has been the normal mounting, rubbing and bellowing. Honey lost her appetite one day and was kind of getting pushed around by our other cows. Honey is our BOSS so it was definitely out of the ordinary. We thought she was getting sick. What happened yesterday told us otherwise.
Amazing pasture |
It was a normal naptime afternoon. We just had a goat kid, and A1 was snuggling with that sweet babe so momma goat could go graze. I had big plans to finish our 4th garden plot. We have a big back pasture that isn't all the way fenced in yet. Mr. Smash just mowed some weeds down and there was beautiful lush green underneath. Very appetizing to those who eat grass. We've let our 3 heifers out there before when we were out doing work. They go to the middle of this pasture and chow down. We ring the bell and shake the feed bucket, and they come back in to the fenced area. Today was different.
I let them out and they stayed next to the current fence eating around our fruit trees. The made their way over to where Mr. Smash is building the new fence. Cassie, who is just a big goober, ducked under the posts and level string that was up, and starting grazing around the driveway. I CALMLY pushed her back into the pasture. When I walked off she went back out towards the driveway. This time, when I walked back over to her, she started bucking and running away from me.
That is when the other 2 noticed where she was. They decided to join her. I was pushing them all back in. They were reluctant. Our farm dog, Thor, came over and decided he wanted to play with me. Bad timing bud. I attempted to encourage his inner herding abilities to get all 3 cows back in the big giant pasture with lush green areas and tall dried grass that they seemed to enjoy in the past.
Let's just say Thor is demoted.
Like little children. Cassie, Bella, and Honey ran around our driveway bucking and turning in circles. Ears as high as they could be, prancing out into the street. I chase them for a while, and quickly realize they run much faster than me. Obvious, I know. They get there and stop. Staring down the road. I'm screaming at A1 to get some cattle cubes, and I'm running to get the cow bell. I give her the bell and she is ringing her little tail off. I get the 3 escapees' attention and they're now staring me down. I have the bright yellow bucket filled with solid gold.
And here they come. A stampede. Now I've taken a deep breath because they're no longer out on the road that cars tend to drive 50mph down. But my stomach drops again as I realize I have a collective 1500lbs running towards me. A1 opens the gate to the backyard and hops up onto it. I'm back pedaling (this is where my former athlete really came into play) shoving treats into their mouths and trying not to get trampled. A1 closes the gate behind them and runs to open the gate to the FENCED pasture. Luckily Cassie stopped to eat a pumpkin rind left behind by our chickens, so we're down to 1,000 lbs.
We get them out of the yard and back into the pasture and I throw the cattle cubes on the ground. They're sniffing around, and I go back into the yard and just about collapse onto the ground from being out of breath (I said FORMER athlete). A1 closes and locks the gate. Mission completed.
After they finished scrounging for the treats that I threw on the ground. They stared me down and moo'd in frustration and "but it was so fun Mom!". Then Honey and Cassie spent 15 minutes staring back out at the street.
Why on earth would they do that? Well, here is the view from the street.
There! Right in the middle. That is a 2,000lb Angus bull.
Case closed.