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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. And they would be wondering why there was a cow wandering in the city.

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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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