Angus Roberto Walton or ‘Bob’ as we lovingly called him (when he wasn’t getting out) made me a sort of ‘official’ cattle gal. I had a cow, Agnes and she calved Bob, which grew my herd. 
Bob grew…and Bob got out. Bob liked to eat bananas….and occasionally, Bob got out.
Bob is a Black Angus. Black Angus are raised for meat. We were going to have a problem eating Bob. 
…and so we did what made sense, we sold Bob. When the buyer came, I chased Bob down with the bike and moved him straight into the loading shoot and right into the trailer. I acted like I knew just what I was doing…and the truth is…I do. The buyer got a good healthy steer and we got a good price for him…which really, really makes me a true Cattle Gal…and a little bit sad…and a little bit proud.
Good bye Bob…and we wonder…. if he’s gotten out yet?
Sounds like Bob has made it official. Glory Farm is actually Glory Ranch!
Thanks Diane!
My little investment has grown!!
Run for it, Bob! Keep running!!!! You just might wake up one morning to see Bob looking at you thru the window.
Now that would be something! A ‘homing cow’!
Soon to be shopping for a hat & lariet?
That’s a thought!