The cow thread

I used to help my ex in laws on their farm. On weekends I would take my oldest daughter with me when I went over to do chores. One day when we were there she was being hard to amuse while I was busy. She was about 2years old. We had a pen with about 15 freshly weaned piglets in it so lifted her over the pen wall and let her play with them. She and the piglets had a great time. I could hear her giggling and the piglets squealing. I kept a good ear to her and about a half hour later everything was silent. I went to the pen to be sure she was okay.
She and the piglets were curled up in the corner sound asleep. I quickly went to the house and got my MIL's camera and got a picture. I think my ex still has the picture. I would love t have it, but she won't part with it.
How sweet. I would loved to have seen the pic. Maybe remind them photos are easily reproduced?
 
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.
 

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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.
 
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.
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The 2024 Australian Dairy Conference featured an exhibition of art from an artist who once feared animals.

The conference, held in Melbourne from February 12 to 14, hosted eight to 10 acrylic paintings from Rose Hewartson’s collection of abstract cows.
Her pre-occupation with cows began when she was a photographer before she became an artist.
“I was driving around photographing cows and horses, just stopping beside the road, when I thought: I could paint cows. I started and decided: this is fun,” she said.
“I had suffered from a fear of animals for most of my life.
“About three years ago I thought I would address this through an equine therapy course. I could not get within metres of a horse.
“The six-week course helped me navigate that and I got used to horses.”
Somehow she was drawn to the other big animals she had photographed — cows.
“They have a kind of steadfast presence,” she said.
“I love their curiosity. I will walk up to a fence to photograph or draw them and they all come towards me. The fact that they feel safe. And the look in their eyes.”
Sometimes she paints cows on commission and the owners say they can see expression and emotion in the eyes.
Just to make her life more interesting, the Brisbane-based artist, after experiencing some massive personal challenges, has become a creative arts therapist and life coach.




 
Coffs Harbour agriculture students have taken home a national prize for their eye-catching NSW entry in the udderly compelling Picasso Cows competition.
When Coffs Harbour Public School agriculture students received a life-size fibreglass cow to decorate, little did they know their efforts would be rewarded by winning a national competition.
The Years 9-10 students’ work “Moona Lisa” snared Overall Winner in the national Picasso Cows program – beating 49 schools competing from across Australia.
Decorating the cow was one of many tasks in a Dairy Australia curriculum program used at the school to learn about the industry, the farm to plate process and nutrition.
Science, Agriculture and Marine Studies teacher Amanda Joyce said the students chose to take on the ‘farm to plate’ theme and the Picasso Cows project.

“The Picasso Cow project allowed the students to learn so much about the dairy industry in a manner that included the development of their ideas and creativity,” she said.
Students at the school said they loved creating the Moona Lisa, which will stand proudly in their agriculture plot for years to come, as well as the learning that came with it.
Year 10 agriculture student Alexandra Strainic said the project was “amazing”.
She said: “The process of designing, sketching, painting, and finalising had been a long process. But the nearing deadline increased our capability to work in a fast-moving, but careful environment.”
“Even being surrounded by our school farm gave us inspiration and a reference point that immersed us all into the Picasso Cow’s farm-like theme,” she said.
Year 9 student Laetitia Cox was also thrilled with the project, and the team’s win.
“The Picasso Cow project allowed the students to learn so much about the dairy industry in a manner that allowed for the development of their ideas and creativity,” she said.

Students Ezrielle Ball, Evie Rullis, school principal Peter South, Alexandra Strainic, Bella Leighton with their moo-ving artwork. Picture: supplied
She said: “The process of designing, sketching, painting, and finalising had been a long process. But the nearing deadline increased our capability to work in a fast-moving, but careful environment.”

“Even being surrounded by our school farm gave us inspiration and a reference point that immersed us all into the Picasso Cow’s farm-like theme,” she said.
 
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Quite a few years ago, there were cow sculptures around the city. Every now and then, I see the odd one. I believe many were traded or sold. There is something about cows, that is very calming. I used to go to The Royal Winter Fair to see the farm animals. The cows were always so friendly, and would come over to get their nose petting 🐮
 
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While I was going through high school, I worked on a good friend’s family farm. We had 2 different herds of cows, plus a breeding herd. There was the milk, meat and breeding herds to be clear. Just about all of them were Angus, but we had some Holstein and a few Golden Guernsey that we used to just take to shows. However, if you never had their milk, you’re missing out on a real treat. It’s just a little more sweeter than others, not to mention that the milk is also more thick and creamier than others also.

Our breeding herd was mostly made up of all Angus Heifers, except we would throw in a Holstein from time to time, if the owner got a good deal on them at auction. Once the new calf was born, we wouldn’t always take them from the mother, which I always thought that act to be cruel anyway. Cows have an usual personality. We will be switching them from one grass field to another and while walking, the cows in front decided to back up. A cow will go where it wants to go and that’s that.

We had 400 head to move one day. After the 4 of us had everything ready to move the herd the owner decided to wait another day because storms were coming in. Cows do spook easily, so it’s best to keep them in familiar territory. Moving cows nowadays has changed from the days back in the old times. We don’t use horses, instead, we used 4-wheelers. It was both fun and exciting to move the cows.

We had a ready team that would oversee birthings. I had helped out on a few birthings. After the mother would finish cleaning the newborn calf, we would make sure the mother would feed them early, so they would get the colostrum. Colostrum is most important for having a healthy calf. The colostrum contains the necessary globulins and peptides necessary for the calf’s growth. It’s important to have healthy calves, so when the owner would take them to market, they would be paid a very good price.

There is a lot of satisfaction for the farmer after he goes through all of this and sells his calves. My favorite cow will probably always be the Golden Guernsey.

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Had a close encounter with several cows one night. One of my sons decided to take a nap in the car before driving home to avoid falling asleep at the wheel. 3 am or so and no son. No answer on the phone. So I went out in our old Chev Suburban dodging snow drifts along the way. Then out of nowhere there are cows on the road! I dodged one and then there was another! I thought sure I would hit the second one but inexplicably I did not? With the blowing snow, darkness, and being half asleep, the whole experience was almost surreal! About 10 minutes later I did finally contact my son and he got home ok behind me.
 
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While I was going through high school, I worked on a good friend’s family farm. We had 2 different herds of cows, plus a breeding herd. There was the milk, meat and breeding herds to be clear. Just about all of them were Angus, but we had some Holstein and a few Golden Guernsey that we used to just take to shows. However, if you never had their milk, you’re missing out on a real treat. It’s just a little more sweeter than others, not to mention that the milk is also more thick and creamier than others also.

Our breeding herd was mostly made up of all Angus Heifers, except we would throw in a Holstein from time to time, if the owner got a good deal on them at auction. Once the new calf was born, we wouldn’t always take them from the mother, which I always thought that act to be cruel anyway. Cows have an usual personality. We will be switching them from one grass field to another and while walking, the cows in front decided to back up. A cow will go where it wants to go and that’s that.

We had 400 head to move one day. After the 4 of us had everything ready to move the herd the owner decided to wait another day because storms were coming in. Cows do spook easily, so it’s best to keep them in familiar territory. Moving cows nowadays has changed from the days back in the old times. We don’t use horses, instead, we used 4-wheelers. It was both fun and exciting to move the cows.

We had a ready team that would oversee birthings. I had helped out on a few birthings. After the mother would finish cleaning the newborn calf, we would make sure the mother would feed them early, so they would get the colostrum. Colostrum is most important for having a healthy calf. The colostrum contains the necessary globulins and peptides necessary for the calf’s growth. It’s important to have healthy calves, so when the owner would take them to market, they would be paid a very good price.

There is a lot of satisfaction for the farmer after he goes through all of this and sells his calves. My favorite cow will probably always be the Golden Guernsey.

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I guess it's true, blondes do have more fun.
 
Had a close encounter with several cows one night. One of my sons decided to take a nap in the car before driving home to avoid falling asleep at the wheel. 3 am or so and no son. No answer on the phone. So I went out in our old Chev Sububan dodging snow drifts along the way. Then out of nowhere there are cows on the road! I dodged one and then there was another! I thought sure I would hit the second one but inexplicably I did not? With the blowing snow, darkness, and being half asleep, the whole experience was almost surreal! About 10 minutes later I did finally contact my son and he got home ok behind me.
You're a good dad!
 
We have lived next to a dairy farm for 47 years. They have replaced their milk cows with beef cows a few years back, after one Brother was killed cutting a tree down. Long ago, I picked up a plywood cow, of smaller scale, at a yard sale. It is long gone, but this is a picture of it.
....It never ate much!🐄
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