Angus Roberto Walton

September 20, 2015

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.   bobpicm2Bob 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.  cows…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?


Little Bulls and Bullocks

January 28, 2015

My Sweet Neighbor Sue agreed that our little calf Bob was the cutest thing ever…that is until their calves were born.

They shared their well thought out breeding plan with us.  They were buying some steers to raise for meet.  When they were picking up the steers, a couple of heifers (girl cattle who have never calved) got into their trailer as well.  It was easier to buy the heifers than to try to get them out of the trailer, so they were now in the cattle breeding business.

What do you get when you breed a red heifer and a black heifer to a white and black bull?bullspc1The little black bull came from the red heifer…and the black heifer produced a little white bull that looks just like their daddy.  I still think he looks more like the sheep down the road!

I like my cattle black, so they match the mud and I also like my herd without horns.

bullspc2My Loving Spouse calls our calf, ‘Bob the Bashful Bullock’ (bullock is a steer in England).  Bob is a shy guy, not especially curious.  He’d never eat out of your hand and still likes to run and stand behind his Mama…unless he smells….bullspc3Then I must say, I’ve got him!bullpc5Yep, finger licking good!bullpc4


Bob’s Home

January 15, 2015

Bob is home.  I am glad, but Agnes is very glad.  Like a typical ‘kid’ (even though he is not a person nor a goat), he came home kind of dirty and with a small attitude.  Bob is about a teenager in cattle years, so developmentally, he is right on track.  bobpc1-2015Bob has been spending the last few weeks at Our Friend the Farmer’s house…hanging out with the other teenage cattle thereby enforcing him to be weaned.  Bob rolled in the mud before coming home, hence the muddy matted coat.  He only came back after Elsie and the pigs were dispatched, so as to not upset him.  (Actually, Elsie was doing so poorly that she was just put down, and no, city friends, no one will eat her.)

I am glad to have him back.  Agnes is glad to have him back.  Bob, is glad to be back…even though he says there is no one to play with…sheesh…kids.


Beautiful Red Round Feeder

November 9, 2014

Cows are pigs.  Well okay, not real pigs..pigs are pigs.rfeederpc3Cows are pigs when it comes to the way they treat their food.  We show up with their hay and the mighty cattle herd of 3 show up with gratitude and appreciation…ah, no.  Agnes will meet you at the barn door (that we cannot open all the way or she’ll lumber right in and help herself to the hay).  Bob the bashful one will wait nearby to make sure you are bringing more feed and 3 legged Elsie is sort of clueless, but does her best to keep up.  BUT…they are all still pigs…because they pull the hay out of the feeder, some of it blows away, they walk on it, pee and poop on it and then won’t eat it, sheesh.  Cows are pigs.

We’ve wanted a round cattle feeder for some time now, but they are not cheap and after all we only have a herd of 3 (so far).  A round feeder makes it harder for the hay to blow away, harder for the cattle to pull it out and pee on it and saves hay which saves money, because let me tell you, hay does not grow on trees, if you think so then you really, really need to come and visit and see all the hay fields here in the valley.

I picked up our round, shiny, red feeder and thought, oh…if my friends back in California could see me now…they’d have no idea what in the world I was so excited about.  We put it together, put an old barrel in the middle of it to help keep the hay where the mighty herd could reach it, put some hay in it and only Agnes was brave enough to come and see what all the excitement was about.  Bashful Bob finally ventures in toward Mama…rfeederpc2…and so we thought we were done…rfeederpc1Our beautiful, red round feeder feeding the herd…minus Elsie who couldn’t figure out that she needed to walk around to get to the hay…truth is she didn’t know that is where the hay was and later we had to move the beautiful, red round feeder closer to the not so bright 3 legged cow who wouldn’t stop bellowing for food as she stood 3 feet from the feeder.  Elsie is missing a bit more than the use of her 4th leg.


Plan B

October 16, 2014

Unfortunately it would seem that despite the wonders of modern science, our recent efforts to get Agnes bred did not work.  How would we know?  Well, one cycle after ‘the fact’, we had a large bellowing black cow on our hands calling out to the bull down the street.  She bellowed for 24 hours…loudly and often, as if to say…”Hey, there Big Boy (wink, wink) want to play?”

Number Two Son stated,  “Mom, I think there is something wrong with Agnes.”

My Girl who was trying to sleep through it all, just sent me a text.memoAgnes is not a milk cow.  Her job is to produce cute little Black Angus calves.  We needed a new plan, which is why we had all three cattle in the corral the other night trying to load one very large black cow, one medium-sized black steer into our stock trailer as they and we ran in circles around one three-legged black heifer who managed to always be in the way.  It didn’t help, that the hose pipe had sprung a leak the night before and we were often moving through 4-6 inches of mud.  Yep, we are rookies.  Next time we will use a loading shoot, but eventually, we did get the pair loaded up.

Agnes had a date, well, truly it is more like a slumber party.  She was going to spend a week with Justin Case, Our Friend the Farmer’s small bull.  When I was making the phone calls to arrange the ‘slumber party’, I felt a bit like a pimp, but I guess most Ranchers do not refer to the process as “Hey, does your bull want some action?”

We are hopping that they get along really well! As Bob is too little to be weaned, he had to go with Mama as well, so now, just Elsie is home missing her friends and…. bellowing.



May 2, 2014

In case you missed the ‘memo’, I still love cows.  I love our cows, but they do not really ‘love’ back.  They tolerate us, because we bring them food.  Agnes eats a lot…all the time…she acts hungry.  Agnes eats like…a pregnant cow with their due date just around the corner, which it is…possibly another month.  We’ve a lot going on, so sometimes My Loving Spouse gets stuff mixed up.cowspicmIn a conversation with Our Friend the Farmer about Agnes calving, I overheard him say…

“Oh, she is expected to deliver at the end of June or early July…”

I did have to interrupt.

“Ah, Sweetie…Agnes is due to calf in June…the July date, that was for THE Grandchild”.

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