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Cattle Blog: They ARE Talking About You

After Leland began bringing home more and more cows, I began watching them more closely.  I’ve already learned that they all have mega personalities but others swear their cattle don’t.

I know ours have so much personality that sometimes a bull becomes a steer because of it.  Head-butting Leland will cause that to happen.

romagnola calf
mama’s pride’s baby

I noticed a trend during some of his picture-taking moments. Some of the calves will preen for the camera, some pose, others will come stick their noses into the camera (see above) showing off eyelashes. And some? They talk about humans (click pix to enlarge).

romagnola calves plotting
Gather round and I’ll tell you secrets
romagnola calves
He’s right behind me, isn’t he!??

Lest you think I’m paranoid, it has happened several other times.

romagnola calves
Shhhh! He’s back

Then you’ve got the dancing ones.  I had pictures of our former 1800 pound herd sire, Cool Breeze, bucking, dancing, twirling, chasing Mama up and down the field, celebrating life.

But it is one that makes me think cows are more like humans than we know:  The Hokey Pokey???

romagnola calves dancing
You put your right hoof in…

 

Cattle Blog: from the desk (and mind) of a former city-slicker who still hates stepping in poop.

Cattle Blog: The Problem With Being Nice to Cows

If you’ve read any of my other posts, you know that I’ve learned how smart cattle can be. From the tiniest baby to the biggest bull, they outsmart all human beings if given a chance. This is probably because they act a lot like humans.

romagnola cattle winter coat
I need some conditioner!

They can be very playful and have personalities just like people. Some are very nosy when Leland is trying to take pictures. Others couldn’t care less and turn away from him. Some refuse to look at him when their feelings or bums are hurt (like after the vet has been by).

romagnola cattle
You put your right hoof in…

Some do the hokey pokey – others run amuck in the fields. Some are very personable and others temporarily have attitude. Some are anti-social at times and some haven’t met a fellow cow they didn’t like, ever.

romagnola cattle
Sharing

Some will share the feed and others will chase off anyone eating in their personal space. They will even fight over the last bite of hay! Once I saw  a steer eating hay and had a huge bit sticking out of his mouth. He turned to look at another steer, who promptly pulled the hay out of the first ones mouth and ate it himself.

romagnola cattle
Romagnola calf

Some play in their food (and water). Others eat as if they will never see another meal. Some are escape artists and others will never challenge a fence to see what’s on the other side.

romagnola cattle
Little Sweetie

The problem that comes with being nice is like this little girl. She bamboozled Leland. With her big doe-like eyes, long feathery eyelashes and sweet disposition, she took him down.  Her name should have given her actions away – FiFi.

He was carrying the bucket into the corral and she came up to him,  as usual being very nosy. She believes the world revolves around her. She stuck her nose into the feed bucket and discovered sweet feed!

Every time after that, when Leland carried the bucket into the corral, she acted like it was her own personal bucket and valet, that he was bringing sweet feed just for her. She was so cute – until she got a wee bit older.

Now he has to deal with a larger calf nearly pushing him down to get to the bucket. She has friends who want to see what she’s up to. They mingle, push, and crowd, trying to see.

I asked why he didn’t just get her her own little feeder, toss her feed in it for her then zip over to put sweet feed the other cow troughs.  He informed me that the fight would be on – the other bigger girls would battle to see what she was getting that they weren’t getting.

This area of the corral is like a WWW Federation Cow smack down when it comes to those ladies getting their sweet feed. You don’t dare get between the sweet feed and their big bodies. A couple are taller than Leland’s 6’2″.

It just goes to show – give a calf an inch and she will knock you down and take away your bucket of sweet feed when she gets older.

It doesn’t pay to be nice and give special treatment to one if you aren’t going to do it to them all. They’re human like that!

The Island for Steers

DVD The Island
DVD The Island

In 2005 there was a movie entitled “The Island.” The story was of people living within a type of bio-dome, supposedly due to contamination outside the dome.  They were all waiting to be picked in a lottery.  The prize was a ticket to “The Island” – something greatly coveted.  Screens around the bio-dome would play scenes from this island getaway.  It was a beautiful place and everyone wanted to go.

If you haven’t seen the movie and want to, I don’t want to ruin it for you. You may want to skip on down to  paragraph 5 starting with “What”.

The truth was, The Island was a non-existent place.  When one’s lottery number came up, it was because… ready?  They were clones of real people who lived on the outside of the bio-dome, in the real world.  These clones were created as insurance for wealthy people who had purchased the scientific ability to create a complete clone of themselves.

When something went wrong for the wealthy person – they became deathly ill, they lost a body part, or they were dying of old age – the clone “won” the lottery and was use as spare parts – or a complete overhaul – of the wealthy person’s body.  Thus the wealthy person could keep on living, the clone died and everyone else assumed the clone was living happily ever after on The Island.

What, you may ask, does this have to do with Lilybird Ranch cattle?  Well, a lot!

People often ask me how I handle when the steers are sent to the processor for the freezer beef sales.  It’s easy – I just think of them going to The Island for Steers, and tell them so.

I tell them they are going to love The Island for Steers. It is a place where other steers frolic in meadows of alfalfa and clover. They’ll dance, run, butt heads, and play. They’ll eat to their heart’s content. It’s a wondrous place. They assume they are going to a beautiful place living happily after on The Island for Steers and it makes them happy steers.

HEY! To each his own. Or in this case, her own. It’s MY world so just let me enjoy my fantasy. It’s how I cope.

Wooly
Wooly

Oh OK – truth is, I did have a problem the very first time we.. um.. processed a steer for our own freezer. It was a lesson in NOT naming your steer personal names and bonding with them.

I was sad because Wooly had a fun personality and I liked watching him. He was my first.

steak and broccoli
steak and broccoli – NOT Wooly

I had a problem for a hamburger or two – until I ate an amazing rib eye steak. Then it was like, “Wooly who?”

You do become attached to the cattle, no doubt.  Leland interacts with them more than I do, feeding them their sweet feed, talking to them, scratching their heads.  It’s hard for him because they bond with one another and he knows they’re going to The Island soon.  He likes them all; well, except for the one steer who thought he’d take on Leland, trying to butt him, giving him an Alpha Death Stare.

HA! Leland perfected the Alpha Death Stare. I’m proud to say (bwahaha), he out-stared that pushy steer, along with giving him verbal threats. You know, like, “You wanna piece of me?” and “You wanna take me on?” or “I’ll show you who’s boss.”  Fun times (snicker)!

The benefit this year is that, because of our increase in calves (up to 14 now), he will soon have more steers to bond with. That will take away the sting of those who are being sent to The Island in June.

The cycle of life. The way God created it to be.

On a ranch, one experiences that circle more often than other people do.  But it’s all good. One good steak and I’m like, “Steers who??”

Romoo-oh and Juliette

Like our ill-fated characters in the Shakespeare classic, Romoo-oh and Juliette are a tail… oops, tale almost too sad to tell.

4 beauties at local eatery
4 beauties at local eatery

Our lovebirds – um – cows – met a few weeks ago.  The boys had been alone for a long, long time. One day, four beautiful red-headed divas were delivered to the ranch. They were English beauties.

Romoo-oh staring down competition
Romoo-oh staring down the competition

Romoo-oh, the Italian hottie, took one look and was hooked. He had never seen anyone like Juliette. He followed her everywhere. He glared at his brothers, mooing them away. Juliette was HIS!

Romoo-oh & Juliette local eatery
Romoo-oh & Juliette local eatery

He took her to the local eatery. Together, they defied all smirks and snarky comments about their differences.

girlfriends do talk
girlfriends do talk

Romoo-oh could care less that Juliette’s friends tried to talk her out of seeing him. He knew she wouldn’t listen.  He was in luv!

PDA Staring Disdain
PDA, Staring, Backs Turned

Romoo-oh had no problem with PDA. He did not care that others stared or turned their backs on them.

Juliette mooing her love
Juliette mooing her love

In turn, Juliette had no problem mooing her love for Romoo-oh. No matter what her friends said, she was in luv.

Glaring at unsupportive girlfriend
Glaring at unsupportive girlfriend

Juliette even stared down her unsupportive girlfriend, who lowered her head in shame.

Alas, unlike Shakespeare’s lovers, Romoo-oh proved to be faithless.  Romoo-oh suddenly saw another beauty he was interested in and Juliette was destined for another. Romoo-oh’s disinterest could have to do with her going out of heat, but who knows?

LB Renovator
LB Renovator
LB Renovator 1
Lilybird Renovator

Juliette’s head will soon be turned in our tale (when she’s old enough). She will catch the eye of LB Renovator, a studly bull. A macho bull. An older bull. He will flex his mighty muscles and Juliette will suddenly realize the difference between Ken and GI Joe.

Especially since Romoo-oh’s love is always destined to fail.  He is a steer.

And thus are the love stories on a ranch – you win some, you lose some – but there are always new babies in late Spring!

Cattle Known By Any Name is Still Steak to Me

Before I go further into blog posts, I need to make note that I use the word “cows” as a catch all.  I don’t want you to think I don’t know the terminology.  I have learned.  Alpha Hubby made me.

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LBDs and Muck Boots

Sexy Tangled Legs

I’ve been asked by former city-fied friends what it is like being married to my husband.  Most of the people asking are pretty much people like me.  If they stepped in a cow-paddy, it was certainly by accident.

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Attitudinal Cattle

When I married my husband umpty-squat years ago, he was an Engineer at the nuclear plant. That was where we met so it was a safe assumption that he was an Engineer. 

Boy was I wrong. A couple of years into our marriage I found out that he wanted to get back to raising cattle, only this time he wanted to do it God’s way. Now me? Did I see myself around cattle? Not so much.

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