grahamg
Old codger
- Location
- South of Manchester, UK
It is a large cowbellWhat on earth is that thing around it's neck? Oh-maybe I don't want to know.
Any one else knocked out by this photo taken last year at the Royal Lancashire Show?
Hey—-I see you are back. Glad to see you again. Call me sometime.I worked on a huge farm my last 3 years of high school. We had a beef herd and a dairy herd. I cleaned the milking parlors and did the dirty work, like cleaning the stalls. The owner was a real business man. He not only owned his huge farm, but during my second year on the farm, he bought the farm next to his. Don’t quote me on this, but I think he ended up with 3-4,000 acres. We also planted corn, soybeans, hay and some smaller crops of potatoes, tobacco and wheat and straw. I loved every day of working on the farm.
I named a few of the cows and heifers. I also named the one bull Satan. He couldn’t be trusted. I think the ring in his nose kind of upset him, especially when we would move him and have to use it to get him to get going.
When I would go home after a day’s work on the farm, my mom made me undress outside. I had to keep my boots also outside. When I would take my clothes off, I put them into a burlap bag and let them sit outside until mom did the wash. She would wash my clothes separate from the other clothes that needed to be washed.
A quick funny story. Some of the chickens ran wild, others would be in the henhouses. When we would have too many chickens or some would get old, you could tell their age by their leg band or their faded color, the boss would tell us if we wanted some for eating to take a couple. My mom knew about this and would ask me why I never brought any chickens home. I told her that I just couldn’t kill them because I knew them and had names for most of them. There was no way I could eat them. I had this one chicken I named Henrietta. She was an older Rhode Island Red. I came back to work after being off for a day and I didn’t see her. I asked the other guys where was Henrietta. The one hand told me that Paul took her home. I felt sick to my stomach, but when I found out that the guys hid her from me, it really changed my attitude. OK, so they had a good laugh and I had to laugh along with them too or I wouldn’t have heard the worst of it.
"Once again" anyone else knocked out by this photo of three children a very very tame cow and its calf are very happy to allow to sit upon then whilst they are winning first prize in their class at a huge agricultural show, watched by both their relaxed parents, (and of course the owner of the two cattle, who had been sitting on the cow himself a few moments before!)?
"Once again" anyone else knocked out by this photo of three children a very very tame cow and its calf are very happy to allow to sit upon then whilst they are winning first prize in their class at a huge agricultural show, watched by both their relaxed parents, (and of course the owner of the two cattle, who had been sitting on the cow himself a few moments before!)?
I used to ride our cows all the time when I was little. There were 3 who didn't mind at all, one who had to be in the mooood, and the rest were mostly against the idea. My favorite was Betsy. She would actually invite me onto her back and then intentionally take the long way to the milking barn.
It was a male cow, are they all called bulls?
The photo you responded to above showed "Longhorn cattle", (similar to the ones in the photo with children sitting on them at the Royal Lancashire Show last year).What breed ? are these with the odd horns ?
They look like Mammoths .
Bulls or bullocks of course, (when they've had the job done!).
Um. Male cow? Nope. The females are cows; the males are bulls.
I only knew (or heard) that cows face into the wind when it's blowing hard.When i lived in Montana, I noticed the cattle all face into a blizzard.
In other parts of the country, I've seen them back into blizzards.
Do they not know?