The cow thread

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saw the thread about the calf coming to visit, I have a cow story and did not want to steal that thread.



Someone said, never had beef cows would make them all pets but could do dairy. all I can say is I did dairy for many years, yes, they all had names and were friends in a way, still they all got old and had to go to the slaughterhouse. Plus delivering calves is an adventure all its own.

the story I wanted to tell,

later in life I had cows and worked construction. one night at midnight I got a call from the state police. they wanted to know if I owned cows. “Yes.” “are you missing any?”

I went to the barn and sure enough the cows were out. The police said some cows ere down the road about half a mile scaring some people. (the new neighbors who moved in were from the city, nuff said)

I went down and got them back in the barnyard, fixed the fence and life went one.

about seven years later, again at midnight the phone rang, it was the state police. “are you missing any cows?”

Now by this time I had sold them all, “ I don’t own any cows anymore.” they never called again.

I love to see cows out in a pasture on a sunny afternoon, and I enjoy them for about the time it takes to drive by. again nuff said.

I have a better goat story I should tell.
 

ronaldj said:
I love to see cows out in a pasture on a sunny afternoon, and I enjoy them for about the time it takes to drive by. again nuff said. ...
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That's what my dad decided back in the early 70s. I used to love to go with him to work them, but he got tired of them and moved to crop farming only. After he sold them, he took me with him to the bank to watch the process of setting up college accounts for my siblings and me from the proceeds of the sale.
 
Plenty cattle around here...
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..and sheep...

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Glastonbury Tor Cows

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Well, this was weird and I'm not sure I ever got over it. After spending some time at the top, St. Michael's Tower, my friend & I left and when we were half way down a herd of cows formed a single line and rushed at us, huffing, puffing and mooing and coming superfast for cows. They were getting dangerously close and we had to jump off the trail into the grass. The herd stopped and they all turned to look at us; the lead cow was mooing at us; they went a few feet further & dispersed.

I never heard of a herd doing anything like this; but of course, as @hollydolly must know, the Tor is haunted by fairies. Playful spirits they are.
 
When I lived on a farm/horse ranch one year we had a cow who was always going through the electric fence for freedom. It was a male cow, are they all called bulls? Anyway, the owner was constantly getting calls after midnight from a neighbors who spotted the cow casually wandering through the neighborhood, and would of course have to go get him.

I realized one night at dinner that I hadn't heard the phone ring after midnight for awhile and asked our rancher/farmer friend 'where is he' and he said we were eating him. He was delicious. I guess that's why when we moved in our friend warned me about getting too close to the animals.
 
I basically grew up on a dairy farm, from age 5 to 15. It was my grampa's farm. The chores were endless but I mostly loved it. The "lead cows" had names; Bessy, Bossy, Betty, and Bonnie. There was always anywhere from 150 to 350 head of cattle, so you couldn't name all of them. Anyway, Bessy used to let me ride her when I was small. She'd take me all through the pasture, slow and easy, and when I talked to her she mooed back at me. When she'd had enough of me sitting on her back she'd head for the B barn, and when she stopped and mooed I knew it was time to dismount.

Bessy won an award one year for biggest yield of consistently high quality milk. Good ol' Girl!
 
I went to the PA Farm Show. It's a huge agriculture expo. They had a cow in a pen that had just given birth to a calf. I think it was just born, and it was walking around. People were six deep around the pen. Everybody has their phones out taking pictures. And dads were holding up their kids so they could pet the cow. There was just something about that cow, which was a magnet for people.
 
Grew up in Wisconsin, and was born on a dairy farm, but moved at around 5 yrs old. Spent a good deal of time working on my uncles farm, and always enjoyed it. Where I am now we have, we have Black Angus beef cattle grazing form late spring through the fall. I often converse with them when I walk up the canyon. Their responses are somewhat limited, but I always enjoy listening.
 
Geezer Garage said:
Grew up in Wisconsin, and was born on a dairy farm, but moved at around 5 yrs old. Spent a good deal of time working on my uncles farm, and always enjoyed it. Where I am now we have, we have Black Angus beef cattle grazing form late spring through the fall. I often converse with them when I walk up the canyon. Their responses are somewhat limited, but I always enjoy listening.
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My cousin breeds Brangus which is a Angus/Brahman mix. His are grass fed and very tasty. He's had some championship winning bulls and makes money on stud fees with them. The artificial insemination process is interesting to say the least. If you've watched Yellowstone, you know what I mean!
 
jujube said:
My great-grandpa used to hoist me up on the back of a cow to ride because he didn't have a horse and the old mule was too mean to ride.
When you're riding a cow, you go where the cow wants to go. You're definitely not in charge.
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You should never attempt to ride on a cows back like they do in rodeos in the USA, (not good for them according to my old papa when we were young). :)
 
When I was a kid in the 50’s I often spent a few week at my grandfather’s place in Central Texas. He had about 50 head of cattle that had free run of his small ranch. At one corner of his property was a small open air Church Tabernacle. One day I noticed that the cattle were not up close to the house in the morning like they normally were. When I asked where they were, I was told that they had gone to morning church services. The tabernacle was about a half mile away, and there they were with their heads hanging over the fence listening to the singing and the preaching while they chewed their cud. I guess that getting a little religion never hurt them.

I always found this to be amusing, but my grandfather told me that they never missed a service unless he was feeding them. Cows are interesting, and they do get bored. Maybe they went to church for the same reason that humans do.
 
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