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The Cows
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Cindi    Posted 06-01-2004 at 03:40:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well, we kept them penned up in the small south pasture Saturday night, and Sunday, and turned them out into the back twenty yesterday afternoon. They took off like their tails were on fire, headed for the woods and the shade. All except the bald-face, who has yet to do anything impulsively.

She's about half wild, and it doesn't take much to spook her. She was the last one off the trailer, the last one to sample the feed, the last to find the fresh cold water we put out for them. She trotted around the south pasture for a full ten minutes after the others took off, bawling. There was a few tense moments where we were sure she was going to jump the fence, but she finally found the gate and out she went.

At feeding time, Fred stubbornly kept banging on a feed bucket.

"C'mon cows! Come on up cows!"

"You're wasting your time." I said. "We'll be lucky if we ever see them again."

"Nah." He said. "They'll come." Thump, thump, thump... "Come cows!"

Sure of myself, I turned my back and went back to my watering, shaking my head, feeling a little sorry for him. A few minutes later, he said...

"Hey...look here."

I turned around to see, of all things, the bald-face coming up through the grove like a black ghost. Right behind her was the one that looks like reddish-brown velvet, and the other two, right on their heels. I tried to ignore the look of smug satisfaction plastered across Fred's face, and just delighted in the fact that our cows were minding us. (smile)



KellyGa    Posted 06-01-2004 at 07:58:39       [Reply]  [No Email]
I look forward to many cow stories Cindi. :) Don't hold out on us now, k?


DD    Posted 06-01-2004 at 04:39:32       [Reply]  [No Email]
TeeHee, I'm so proud of ya for not (ahem) "watering" that smug look off Freds face : )


Larry 8N75381    Posted 06-01-2004 at 04:34:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi,

May I offer a "trick" that the husband of my wife's cousin used with his cows. He would every night go out to the barn with a bucket of corn on the cob, cobs broken in half. He then proceded to hand feed the corn to every cow. That helped him be sure that every one got "their share" AND had them tame enough that he could easily work with them when he needed to.

While I'm posting I will add my $0.02 on milking. At my Grandmother's farm, my Uncle kept the calf penned up in the barn lot all the time. He would let the cow in the barn lot to milk her while the calf nursed. The rest of the time the milk cow was let out to pasture with the rest of the herd.

One summer when I went down to spend several weeks, I was told that my Uncle had stopped milking since he and my Grandmother only drank coffee. SOOoooo, if I wanted milk I would have to milk the cow myself. You have NOT milked a cow until you do it with the calf on the other side!!! :-)

The calf got the right side and I got the left. Funny... the calf ALWAYS finished it's two quarters well before I got mine done. Now, how the calf could butt and then grab a teat from one of MY quarters in seemingly the same motion, I will never figure out!! :-) So to get my teat back I would have to stick my thumb in the calfs nose to get it to let go. That worked for the first few times pretty good, but when both it's quarters were completely stripped there was no keeping both of my teats away from the calf. :-) I'd get as much as I could from the one and then let the calf finish stripping the cow.

And then there was the calf slobber and foam.... ALL over your hands. But I wanted MY milk just as bad as that calf! I still prefer to eat with milk to drink. I made it through that summer with plenty of milk to drink,, may have even milked the next summer - CRS, you know.

I cannot remember what I sat on, but I do remember that I always put my head against the cow's side. I figured that would feel like another calf on that side.

Best wishes on your new adventure,
Larry


Steve from TN    Posted 06-01-2004 at 04:57:45       [Reply]  [No Email]
One of my morning chores before catching the school bus was milking a cow and then doing it again at night.Now that was an adventure. You had to watch the cow's leg to make sure she didn't kick the bucket over or worse, put her smelly foot in the bucket. You had to dodge her tail as she swatted flies(That's her story.)and sometimes you didn't duck in time and sometimes the tail wasn't dry. And Larry, like you, I would put my head against the cow's flank and lean against her. We sat on a one-legged stool. The only word that comes to mind is "hunch" for when the calf would jerk on his mammy's udder. This would jerk my hands away from my side and he/she would steal on of my teats. Actually we only gave the calf one fourth of the faucets and all he could steal. I can remember the sensation of the calf sucking on my finger. Wet and slobbery and whoa, what a suction. No wonder he could beat us milking! When I got up from milking and leaning against the cow(this helped me stay warm in the winter),it always amazed me to find that the cow was leaning against my head and my getting up suddenly would almost make her fall. Aw, the memories. I'm glad that I don't have to milk morning and night today. There were 10 of us kids and we had to get food every where we could find it.


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