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A Moo-ving Experience
Aug. 21st, 2012 02:06 pmI spent the weekend down in Kentucky, celebrating my stepdad's 70th birthday. To say there was a lot going on would be an understatement.
Saturday evening and again Sunday morning, I met this fellow:
That's Larry. Larry is an angus bull.
Those are a couple of Larry's girlfriends and and kids. Larry's got 11 cows and (currently) three calves in his family.
I got to spend a chunk of time Sunday morning helping to convince Larry and his ladies that they really shouldn't be in the neighbor's pasture and that their own home was much better. The process involved my stepfather rattling a bucket of feed while slowly driving a golf cart toward home while two of us tried to keep 15 bovines from straying off into the woods. Herding cattle on foot was rather a new experience for me. It wasn't bad, though I'd have preferred not having to trek through waist-high grass that was also the motherlode of ticks and chiggers.
While doing this, I chided Larry for letting his women run off to strange pastures, whereupon it was pointed out to me that all the cows are pregnant, so Larry is 'kind of done with them' til next year.
You're giving us males a bad name, Larry.
Saturday evening and again Sunday morning, I met this fellow:
That's Larry. Larry is an angus bull.
Those are a couple of Larry's girlfriends and and kids. Larry's got 11 cows and (currently) three calves in his family.
I got to spend a chunk of time Sunday morning helping to convince Larry and his ladies that they really shouldn't be in the neighbor's pasture and that their own home was much better. The process involved my stepfather rattling a bucket of feed while slowly driving a golf cart toward home while two of us tried to keep 15 bovines from straying off into the woods. Herding cattle on foot was rather a new experience for me. It wasn't bad, though I'd have preferred not having to trek through waist-high grass that was also the motherlode of ticks and chiggers.
While doing this, I chided Larry for letting his women run off to strange pastures, whereupon it was pointed out to me that all the cows are pregnant, so Larry is 'kind of done with them' til next year.
You're giving us males a bad name, Larry.