Or be handed a rope wrapped around horns with a bull on the end. I wasn’t planning to hop in the pen and separate the calves with Brent, but sometimes you need to act on an opportunity. We need to wean the calves. Brent is finishing up his cow pen design. Using the buildings we have, Brent had successfully and calmly scootched the two black calves (baby bulls) into the pen and locked the door. With one left to go, he thought he’d try the same approach. Gordito, the final male calf to be separated, was very calm, but waffled a bit in joining his buddies. Brent decided to rope his horns and gently guide him in that way. One thing led to another and I found myself holding onto a rope with a bull on the end pulling with all my strength to guide him into the narrow hallway that will lead him to the pen with his buddies. He was a bit stubborn, but with Brent’s presence and pressure, he got him into the gate. And let me tell you these three things. One, cow poop is slippery when wet. Two, when you’re handed a rope that has been sitting momentarily in cow poop, it is slippery as it is wet. Three, when you go watching your husband work with the cows, be sure to leave your wedding rings at home, try to avoid wearing a miniskirt and always wear underwear (climbing over fences can be somewhat tricky without vital undergarments). I’ve always been a fan of wearing a miniskirt after thirty-five and by-golly France has time after time supported me on this virtue. Thankfully, our Madonna will lead the way for women in miniskirts. However, when you are roping bulls and dragging them calmly through to a pen, I might recommend alternate attire. The bulls are very pleased with their new accommodation. They have some lovely hay, the finest water and are close to their mums as they grow up and get on with it already. I mean you can’t sit around, watch Lost and play video games all day. They’re big bulls now and it’s time to grow up and step into life already. The mums are doing very well. Two of the mums are practically thanking us for helping the bulls move on to their special purpose. The other mum is moo-ing a bit, but is close to her calf so she should work it out in a couple of days. The bull pen is silent. I think the boys were ready. And now we get to use “bull pen” in its original form. I love this about farming. We grabbed the bull by the horns and it’s hanging out in the bull pen.
GrayCute was right there the whole time helping Brent with all the tractor work. Moving hay with the tractor can be tough work, but some cat has to do it.