A Slow Cow Move

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A great year for pasture.  The   vacationers complain, but the cows are full.   Brent is moving the herd to the back of the farm.  They left Colorado 2 and are now munching Colorado ( our mile-high paddock ).

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After a pep-talk, they finally walked through the lane.  Once there, they complained a bit because Colorado is not as good as Colorado 2.  Though they got munching pretty quickly.

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The Cows They Moove It Move It

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I can’t believe I live here.  Gorgeous day today.  A bird sang a song in my ear, a Golden Retriever pup snuzzled a calf and a butterfly recited, from memory, a Shakespearean soliloquy.  After so much wet, these days are treasured.

The cows moved from Sleepy Hollow Vineyard, an ex-vineyard turn pasture, to Costanza.

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The gate above is on.  When it hangs off the black thing, it is off.

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In the distance, our neighbors are bringing in their hay after drying in the Gascon sun.

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Rosebud took a ride to help with the move.  Where’s Rosebud?  Look at the the pasture, cross your eyes  and she will pop out.

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Front fence done.  Hopefully the cows will see it.

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I’m wearing my best gumboot sandals.  Yesterday, it was Fluevog pumps.  I am a woman of action.

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This is what they left.  The sun is HOT today, so the litter should provide some nice shade for the new growth.

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Brent is fixing some fencing er … yeah.  A bit far from the fence, but that’s what he’s doing.  Fence fixing.  I stand by that because you don’t want to get too close when you are fixing fences.

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The herd is fat, full and fantastic.  So, Brent calls them through.

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Here they come!
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OOooooo! cherries!!!

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Here they go, onto the ice.  ( … Ice Road Truckers ref )

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and moo-y.  She likes to blog about each cow move before she hits the pasture.  Yeah, yep, okay, uh-hah … got it.  Thanks Moo-y!  Off you go.

To Get To The Udder Side

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This is not my line, but thanks to N. Breese, the shining wit that he is, offered a lovely response ( we have this facebook page thing ).  Why did the cows cross the road?  To get to this lovely pasture.  Underneath all that tall stuff is clover, alfalfa, pretty purple flower thing and other lovely stuff for the cows ( Brent? What’s in there?! ).

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They were digging it.  This is the time of year where they enter a brown paddock and leave it green.  The brown seed heads get munched or knocked down and the  green shines through as the herd exposes and munches all the goodies underneath.

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They were patient cows while we set up the next move.  Above is the paddock they worked.  All the stuff standing was not good enough to munch and will provide litter and fertility for the regrowth.

As you can see, the road is not that wide, but we set up a lane to help guide them in.  The herd is good with the routine, but it takes one f*ing heifer to panic and things get complicated.  Rosebud guards the road.
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They were well behaved and almost rolled their eyes at us with the lane thing.  They know where to go.  I’m the one who worries.  Brent would have them cross the road without all the fancy lane bidness.
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Steer horns.  Big and pointy.

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This gal needs a comic balloon of wittiness.

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Cow Move 22 Mai

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Brent moves the cows twice a day.  He’s moving them through the pasture quickly to take advantage of the rapid Spring growth and other things ( I’ll let him go on about that ).  The cows have been very, very happy and full.  Often they can’t be bothered moving to the next strip because they are still ruminating the last lot.

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They just left ” Florida 4. ”  They munched and munched by our neighbor’s house all morning and afternoon and they have no idea ( either “they.” THEY – the herd or THEY – the neighbors ).  The herd is now in ” Florida 3, ”  which is away from the neighbors.  Brent moved them wearing his safety red sweater from New Zealand.  Our French farmer friends give him a hard time about wearing red.  He ties it altogether with his purse … er… European Carry-all.  In that sack rests the fence tester, the ear piercer, the tags and the Castrating Fruit Loop of Doom ( dah-dah daaaaaah or muah-ha-ha ).  We are still waiting for two more calves, so he heads out to move the  cows with his tools in his carry-all.

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I went with him on the second move.  The cows are supposed to be in the paddock above.  Do you see any cows?  Yeah, me neither.  But look closer.  They are there, cheeky herd worrying me like that.

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They snuggled against some windbreak after a drink of water.  Nicely placed as they were right next to the gate to their next move.

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The grass is growing well.  They are loving it.  Underneath the long bits is the red clover and other goodies.

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They also get some more trees.  Notice their fine pruning job.  The trees have leaves down to the tip of a Salers’ tongue.  It looks good.

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They moved to the next paddock in fine form.

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” Florida 3 ” will feed them well today and some of tomorrow.

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This fatty didn’t move much and is probably still there.

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Despite lovely hay bales all around, the cows have been well behaved.  They much prefer fresh grass to hay.  This is the season where you look out to see if the cows are in and are fooled by those cow-looking hay bales being naughty.  Then another sip of coffee and it all becomes clear.

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On our walk back home, we saw some wild oats.

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And a mean, tough barn cat.  What a pussy!

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