Instead, I found myself dragging my work boots on and trudging through the paddocks to help Daryl bring our bull back home.The horny mass of Limousine muscle had again escaped into the neighbours paddock. Surrounded by the attentive females, the bull, affectionately known as Donny, had no desire to return to his own herd, of rather lonely cows. After a few terse phone calls between Daryl and I, no answer from neighbours, we determined Donny must come home.
By the time I limped up the paddock, swatted a few hundred flies away and climbed over a fence or two (one of the few fences standing on the property, I might add) Daryl had successfully brought Donny back to his rightful herd. Looking rather smug, Donny appeared no worse for wear after his adventures.
Given the fact the fences on this place are either in a state of falling down, have already fallen down or don't exist, we felt it was safer to push the herd back down the morass.
Contented cattle heading to the green fodder of the morass |
We have only a tiny herd, 21 in total not counting Donny, who is only on loan, 12 cows and nine calves of various ages and sexes. They are a mix of Limousine, Murray Grey and Charolais. We hope Donny has done his job and we get 12 new calves later this year.
With 80 acres to explore it is bovine paradise. |
'Til next time,
Cheers
N
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