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There's no bulls on the place right now, these heifers are too young to be bred. I do like bulls though (maybe in the same way I think roosters are awesome?).
I think the difference between someone's beloved herd of cows and these guys is that these cows are but a few amongst hundreds - maybe thousands - this guy owns. They don't have names, they aren't anyone's pets. He purchases them as calves at the livestock auctions, does their vet care and branding and then turns them out to graze. Someone comes to check on them a couple times a day and they are given supplemental feed in the wintertime. Other than that they aren't used to being around people. Once bred and the calves are born and then taken away at a certain age, the bawling that goes on for about three days could drive you insane.
They'll come up to our yard fence, being nosey, but if you walk out towards them they scatter. They are a business to him, not pets.
I continue to get a big kick out of a bull that lives down the road. This bull is massive, every bit as big as a volkswagon. You can hardly see his head for his massive shoulders. He stays pretty much in one spot all day and a pile of hay is brought to him. He just has this look to him that says he knows he's God's gift to cows.
I think the difference between someone's beloved herd of cows and these guys is that these cows are but a few amongst hundreds - maybe thousands - this guy owns. They don't have names, they aren't anyone's pets. He purchases them as calves at the livestock auctions, does their vet care and branding and then turns them out to graze. Someone comes to check on them a couple times a day and they are given supplemental feed in the wintertime. Other than that they aren't used to being around people. Once bred and the calves are born and then taken away at a certain age, the bawling that goes on for about three days could drive you insane.
They'll come up to our yard fence, being nosey, but if you walk out towards them they scatter. They are a business to him, not pets.
I continue to get a big kick out of a bull that lives down the road. This bull is massive, every bit as big as a volkswagon. You can hardly see his head for his massive shoulders. He stays pretty much in one spot all day and a pile of hay is brought to him. He just has this look to him that says he knows he's God's gift to cows.