Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted. You must think by now that the cattle never did get to come home.
Anywho, after the cattle were loaded onto the trucks, the trucks headed on down the road towards our home farm. It takes over an hour to get there. It’s a nervous time to know that your cattle herd is flying down a busy highway over 60mph. We’ve all seen wrecks involving cattle trailers. It’s ugly and heartbreaking.
But much to our relief, the trucks made it home ok:
After the cattle were unloaded, one of our bulls, the smallest one, wasted no time picking a fight with a bigger bull and they both crashed through a fence, snapping the posts off at ground level. They hadn’t been off the truck 30 seconds when this happened.
So Harland separated them, and then we watched as Little Bull continued to taunt the bigger bulls through the fence, tap dancing around, pawing the ground, and bellowing in their faces. I swear, he did everything but stick his tongue out at them. This is the same bull that earlier in the day had been shaking his head bad temperedly at Harland when he was trying to herd him in with the rest of the cattle.
When Harland told me this, my eyes narrowed, my jaw set, and I announced, “He’s got to go.” Picking fights with the other bulls, damaging fence, and most especially, threatening Harland, are all behaviors that will earn you a 1st class, one-way trip to the cattle sale. And that’s exactly where he went later that week.
In the weeks since the cattle came home, the calves were weaned, and the cows turned out to the harvested cornfield to graze on the leftovers. The calves have adjusted fairly well to life without their mamas and are doing well. Two of them got sick and were treated by Harland with antibiotics, but both are now hale and hearty.
UP NEXT: Harland treats one of the calves. Poor thing didn’t have the energy to complain when Harland separated him from the herd for his shots.