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Ebony and Ivory and Black and White

I was watching the calves intermingle, play, butt heads, chase one another, and sleep together.  I realized there were so many colors of calves out there.

multi-colored group
multi-colored group

If you recall, some of those heifers Leland ended up purchasing came to us bred (pregnant).  Of the 20, 13 have had their calves (aren’t you really impressed that I’m using proper terminology? Me too!).  I actually had to go back to the earlier post, Cattle Known By Any Name Is Still Steak to Me, for me to remember what these heifers were called – AND then found out I had one more name to add – just COWS (mature). They’ve had more than two babies.

Now our white Romagnola mamas were bred by a black Angus bull. You would think their baby’s would come out black.  But no.

They came out all sorts of colors – brown, black, black-red, blackish, brown-red-black, grey-silver, and one light brownish.  And we already had fawn, fawn-fading and fawn-white because she’s shedding (click on pix to enlarge).

And the important thing? They don’t see color.

They make friends no matter what color they are. Cattle doesn’t care. They enjoy playing and enjoy each others’ company (hmm, as humans, we could take a lesson).

ing around the posey

And no, they aren’t playing Ring Around the Rosie.

nosy about newbie

I have learned calves are amazingly NOSY. They are simply introducing themselves to a new calf.

U see my eyelashes
See my eyelashes?

Nosy. Some actually want him to take their pictures!

wrong way
wrong way

And then you see something like this.  I hate to tell you that Alpha Hubby had named one Poopy Head – can you guess why? And yes, neither one stop nursing backwards simply because Mom doesn’t care he/she’s back there.

Life on a ranch. Indescribable!

It’s Raining… Cows! Halleluia!

So.  The other day I learned a little something about sending Leland to look at cattle for sale. It’s dangerous.

A rancher called him and asked if Leland was interested in buying some of his Romagnola cows. Remember, cows are girls who’ve had babies.  Women cows.

So he calls me on the way back from the guy’s ranch and I asked,
“Did you find anything you liked?”

There was a long silence, his side.

“Um, yeah,” he replies.  “I bought… um, fourteen.”

Long silence, my side.

“OK,” I said, “explain this to me?  You went to buy one or two!”

some on the right
some on the right

It seemed the man liked Leland and decided to sell all of his cows in this one section to Leland.  He quoted a great price and while they were older cows, they had all the Italian genetics we’ve been looking for.  In other words, those closer to the original cattle that came here to the U.S. from Italy via Great Britain and Scotland in the early 70’s.

some on the left
some on the left (red ones purchased a week before white ones

So he came home with 19 cows and – ready? A promise that he’d have first choice with his remaining herd, 19 of them – which the seller called about the next week and Leland ended up purchasing – along with 7 others.

I don’t know if this guy is just a great salesman or Leland’s a rube or it was meant to be.  Oh OK, I know – it was meant to be. They are a perfect addition to our herd and catapulted us to closer to where we want our herd to be.

some more on the left & nosy babies
some more on the left & nosy babies

So now you see why this is an apt title – we gained 40 cows from that one short road trip to check out a few available cattle.

one little red to be white one
red soon to be white Full Blood Romagnola
one little black one
Mr. Black, Romagnola and Angus

Oh, and did I say that they’re pregnant?  Now we have twelve of these up above on the ground, running around, chasing one another, butting heads, butting posts, butting hay bales and flinging the hay everywhere (which is why there is hay all over the ground), butting Leland (well, trying to), and hiding from their mamas.  I don’t have many pictures of them yet but they’re a hoot.

four calves
four calves

Who knew?

He brought me home some Redneck entertainment.

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!

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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