The cow thread

Big Man will just walk in a trailer with no effort as he relates this to a visit to go visit the ladies. A very gentle bull that throws quality calves.
He will follow you anywhere for a peach to eat. Relocating him could be a nightmare but is not at all especially if a peach in involved.
 

A sad story from the 1970's. The Canadian Government's overseas development agency decided to send 50 of our best Holstein cows to Haiti to improve their dairy herds. With great fanfare the cows were sent to Haiti, and the then dictator held a big photo op, with lots of foreign press on hand to record the event. After the press went home, the championship cows were EATEN by Duvalier and his friends. Misplaced altruism on our part. Jimb.
 
Here is a cow story from my past growing up on a cattle ranch.

From my unpublished book, "Dust in the Wind."

Standoff at the not so OK Corral
by Faye Fox

I remember the summer 1970 when old Joe decided to sell off all his cattle and just keep his 22-year-old horse. Joe had a small hogan that he lived in and his Trading Post was in another hogan by the two-lane highway. He made what little money he needed selling snacks, cold drinks, and ice cream to the tourist. The nearest towns were 30 miles in either direction. One set of my grandparents owned the neighboring ranch. Near his Hogan, he had an old pole corral with a ten-foot pole gate. No fencing to funnel the cattle into the corral, just open the gate and the cows always came in to eat hay. Never a problem in the fall pushing the cattle to these winter grounds where hay awaited.

Joe made the decision to sell off all his cattle and donate his rangeland to the Ute tribe since he was Ute and the Rez bordered his land. Joe was unable to ride so he insisted I ride his horse as it knew the drill. A couple of older ladies from the Rez came to help with their aged horses. They both wore leather split skirts and were so kind and entertaining. They never seemed to get hot or thirsty. It was mid-summer.

It never occurred to me that this wouldn’t be a quick and easy operation. Pushing the cattle down to the lower pasture wasn't the problem. The problem started as the cattle approached the open corral gate. They turned and faced us. Joe and my grandparents stood by the gate chatting like they hadn’t visited for ten years. They visited every day year-round. The two Ute ladies hearing of my recent tragedy, the loss of my baby and husband, were very supportive and had inspiring stories that helped pass the time.

I was staying with my grandparents for a month that summer since they needed help remodeling their house. Being around older folks was a good exercise in patience for me.

After over thirty minutes of facing off with the cows, finally, one old girl goes in to try some hay and get a drink of water from the trough. Over the next thirty minutes, all the others meandered in at their own pace. Still talking like long-lost friends with my grandparents, Joe shuts the gate. None too soon for me suffering a dry canteen and a painful bladder. I now understand why Joe insisted I ride his horse. Any other horse would have become antsy like its young rider.

It was the old mares' last trip working cattle. She died that fall and Joe died shortly after.

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From my unpublished book, "Dust in the Wind"

Angus VS Hereford Debate
by Faye Fox


Growing up in Southwest Colorado on a high-altitude mountain ranch as an only child, with the nearest neighbors having three boys, was the making for storybook tales. They were basically horse breeders and trainers and rented pasture to another neighbor that was a registered Angus breeder.

I learned from an early age that the best way to beat these three "wranglers" was to get them fighting among themselves. I have told stories before about how I did this on one occasion, with the help of their mother, to see them incriminate themselves in a living room mock court trial.

One thing the three brothers stood firm and united was the great Angus VS Hereford debate. Having mostly registered Herefords, horned cows, and polled bulls, I stood firm that Angus were meaner than Herefords. I took a stance that the reason God didn't give Angus horns was they were so mean they didn't need them. I had no proof since I couldn't produce a Bible scripture that supported my belief.

Push came to shove so the Angus VS Hereford rodeo was scheduled. In the corral, the oldest boy would be blindfolded with two blindfolds one by a brother and another by me so no cheating would transpire. Two very young bull caves would be on hand, one a Hereford and the other an Angus, both pure blood, so not to jinx this grand scientific experiment.

Being horse folks with lots of pasture for the horses to roam, the mother had purchased a young buck goat with horns in hopes he would keep the horses calm and charge any dogs or predators that might cause the horses to stampede and go through barbed wire fences.

Unbeknownst to anyone but me until old Bill was two years old, these three young "cowboy wranglers" would drag poor Bill over to the electric wire fence that surrounded their mother's small sheep pasture, and holding him by the horns, hold his nose to the wire and shock him unmercifully. Being an electronics buff, from a young age, because my father was, I had won the bet that they could do this because his horns were insulators. These young Archimedes misused my knowledge for evil purposes. I wasn't a tattle tale as such was not acceptable ranch child behavior.

When their mother found out, she ordered her husband to dehorn Bill. It was an ugly process that the boys had to watch as punishment. It didn't bother me a bit to watch but I did feel bad for Bill. His head healed up nicely and after that, he became mean and would charge anyone he could, which led to his being sentenced to his own small pasture and corral all surrounded by electric wire. I was the only one that could handle Bill.

The big day had arrived and as the oldest bent over blindfolded, his mother announced we were releasing the Angus so be ready. He laughed and was whacking his cheeks and saying, "Here bully bully bully."

Then I released old Bill and he charged with head down and caught his nemesis right under the cheeks and sent him forward all sprawled out and landing right into the mud puddle that was purposely made for effect.

While the great Angus VS Hereford anger issue debate was never resolved, justice was served. After that old Bill was put out with the horses, where he lived peacefully until he died.
 
Texas Longhorn .. plenty of these around the state. ... they get your attention!

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I've always been curious, it's in my nature 🤣🤣🤣 Curious as the cat and thankfully, I've never been caught or tangled satisfying said curiosity.

I knew that Beef/Ox that's frying nicely in the pan, came from Beef Cattles. Grandfather used to tease me while on country runs on weekends. He said that black/white cows gave two kinds of milk, firstly white and secondly coffee milk. The brown ones gave, what else, Chocolate milk.

Years ago I found articles as to when a cow was actually milked for the first time. Wrote a school report on it.

For now, you can read this one for fun and discovery...
https://medium.com/@lanavalente/the...he-first-cow-milker-milk-the-cow-c41e8ef761d6
 

Semen from Australia's most expensive bull sells for $2,400 at auction​

North Queensland graziers Mark and Pam Prichard bought 10 straws of the sought-after semen for $2,400 each at the Big Country Brahman Sale in Charters Towers.
The packages came from a seven-year-old grey brahman called NCC Justified, who broke a national record in 2017 when he sold for $325,000.
 
A bisque figurine with a swivel head. This has an interesting history - on a family vacation in Maine (probably late 1950s or early 60s), my mom saw this in a gift shop and went to pick it up. She was amused because it reminded her of the Ogden Nash poem "The Purple Cow". Not realizing the head was a separate part, the body detached, dropped and broke (perhaps you can see the mended back leg and tail. The other back leg and neck were also broken). The store manager made her purchase it. I forget how much it was, but my dad was irked about it.

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Holstein calf with smiling face markings lands role as farm lawnmower for life.​


Megan and Barry Coster breed about 700 calves a year at their stud farm in Ripplebrook in West Gippsland. Victoria - Australia
But of the thousands of calves they have bred over the years, none have come out with markings like a particular young Holstein born this week.
When he picked the calf up there was little to differentiate him from the rest of the herd.

However, upon turning him around, Mr Coster was shocked to see a face smiling back at him.
The unique markings have secured Happy's place on the farm in perpetuity.

Bobby calves such as "Happy" are animals, less than a month old that, on a dairy farm, are surplus to replacing the existing milking herd.
Happy's unique colouring means he's quickly become a staff favourite.
Despite being unlikely to join the Coster's roster of stud bulls, has found a new niche for himself.

"He's going to join those bulls and become a bit of a pet," Mrs Coster said.

"A few of our workers are keen to have him as a pet and a lawnmower in their yards as well.

"He'll be around for a while." :)

 
Herd of Cattle help catch wanted man in Perth.
Police said they spotted a vehicle of interest allegedly being driven by a 34-year-old man on Coolbellup Avenue.
Footage from Police Air Wing showed the alleged offender driving through several suburbs before ditching the vehicle and running into a property.
Whilst allegedly trying to escape through a paddock, the man was forced to change direction when he was chased by a herd of cattle.
"Are these cows going to him?" a Police Air Wing officer said.
The man encountered some steep terrain and started to struggle before he was cornered at a fence by the cows.
Police found the 34-year-old White Gum Valley man on the ground. He was arrested and charged with several offences.
 
jimintoronto said:
A sad story from the 1970's. The Canadian Government's overseas development agency decided to send 50 of our best Holstein cows to Haiti to improve their dairy herds. With great fanfare the cows were sent to Haiti, and the then dictator held a big photo op, with lots of foreign press on hand to record the event. After the press went home, the championship cows were EATEN by Duvalier and his friends. Misplaced altruism on our part. Jimb.
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What’s that saying?
A good deed never goes unpunished.
Our government sends over 50 of our best dairy cows to help them out and they eat them? Well that should teach you for doing a good deed. How sad. 🙁

I like cows. They never intentionally hurt anyone.

This is a lovely painting
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Cow rescued from Sydney shopping centre one day, pulled from dam after getting bogged the next​

Fire and Rescue NSW save this cow from shopping centre, field in 24 hours
A cow found wandering a shopping centre has required rescue for a second time.
The lost animal was first discovered in the Cadden's Corner shopping precinct in Sydney's west on Tuesday night.
A Fire and Rescue NSW crew called in to capture the cow worked alongside police to wrangle it safely to a nearby paddock at Western Sydney University.
But its troubles didn't end there with the bovine becoming bogged in a dam overnight.
Fire and Rescue, university campus security, and NSW Police mounted a second effort to free the same cow, which was stuck up to its stomach in mud.
Firefighters fashioned a 38mm fire hose into a lasso to ease the cow out of the dam and into the care of university staff.
Unable to stand after its ordeal, crews remained with the cow until it recovered.
It remains in the care of the university - away from the dam.
 
Supernatural said:
I've always been curious, it's in my nature 🤣🤣🤣 Curious as the cat and thankfully, I've never been caught or tangled satisfying said curiosity.

I knew that Beef/Ox that's frying nicely in the pan, came from Beef Cattles. Grandfather used to tease me while on country runs on weekends. He said that black/white cows gave two kinds of milk, firstly white and secondly coffee milk. The brown ones gave, what else, Chocolate milk.

Years ago I found articles as to when a cow was actually milked for the first time. Wrote a school report on it.

For now, you can read this one for fun and discovery...
https://medium.com/@lanavalente/the...he-first-cow-milker-milk-the-cow-c41e8ef761d6
Click to expand...
A cow milled for the first time after giving birth is called colostrum. It’s filled with antibodies that the calf needs to ward off diseases. If the calf won’t suckle and some won’t for a day or so, the farmer has to hand milk the cow and hand feed the calf. It’s very important that the calf gets the colostrum. I have done this a few times.
 
We had a heifer preparing to give birth for the first time. You kind of always worry about a heifer birthing for the first time. Things can go wrong and if no one is there to help her, the farmer could lose a calf and a cow. We would put any of the heifers or cows preparing to birth in a stall by themselves.

I took a liking to this heifer because she had a half white face. I named her “Missy.” Randy, our boss, asked me if I would sleep in the barn that night because the Vet had visited that day and told him that she would be delivering in the next 24 hours. I agreed. Missy started mooing loudly at 2:30 in the morning. I was talking to Missy and telling her, “Please, not tonight.” But, she didn’t listen.

Randy slept in a small shack with water and heat and a few conveniences. He had no family, he said. The shack was maybe 75 yards from the barn I was in, so I ran my butt off to get to Randy’s. I pounded on the door and he finally got up, but I think he was still a little cooked from too much whatever he was drinking. I told him the calf was coming, but only a leg was sticking out.

After giving off a bunch of expletives, he told me to call the Vet and he would meet me in the barn. The Vet got there about 40 minutes later and told Randy he doubted if the calf was still alive. The Vet got the calf turned to the proper location and we put the calf puller on the calf’s legs and with the Vet’s help of working the calf inside, Randy and I was able to pull out the calf.

When we got the calf out, there were no signs of life and Randy was upset about that, but I had been reading about new born calves because we were getting ready for Missy’s, so I did what it said to do in the book. I got on the floor, stuck my fingers down her throat to clear her airway and then started to massage the calf and rolled it on the floor. We had some gallon jugs of water, so I grabbed one of them and poured the water over the calf’s face and continued to massage and roll her. Finally, she took a breath. We stood her up and she wasn’t ready to stand by herself, but she started to breath normally. We had a new cow and a new Heifer calf.
 
A brilliant save @911 ,Im watching Spring on the Farm , theres calves, and Lambs being born at the moment and young Kids , always nice to see new life .
 

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