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Okay, are folks not taking their meds? Cows climbing trees, giving flavored milk? Seems to me there are more than Grapes that are nuts.
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Just because your cows do not climb trees does not give you the right to disparage us,,,,,,,


Maybe the cows you are familiar with are clumsy and always falling out of the trees so they gave up climbing them.
 
Just because your cows do not climb trees does not give you the right to disparage us,,,,,,,


Maybe the cows you are familiar with are clumsy and always falling out of the trees so they gave up climbing them.
my cows love climbing trees and swinging from grape vines. They even enjoy playing monkey in the middle with the chickens. Never doubt the ability of an animal when it's looking for fun. Lol.
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Howdy Homesteaders. I've been reading the last few days post and loving it. I got a Zebu that runs like lightning. But only if i'm trying to catch'er. When she's in the right pasture she'll try to run you over to get fed.
 
I thought I had a pic of her. Can't find one. I just got started with getting Zebu's. Been wanting to for a while. My brothers herd was started after I showed him what I wanted. The reason my Brandy is in the wrong pasture now is because I'm on the road working and can't catch her from Oddly enough A LOT closer to you KlopKlop than the house.
 
We have a young man who keeps two cows in our pasture. A year or so ago he put 20 goats in the pasture. They had 15 kids. They were so much pleasure to have. My grandkids came from San Fransisco and they named everyone of them. One was named tater tot. Later Marion had to move them because coyotes were getting the little goats. He said if he brought any back he would bring a dog too. So far we only have the cows. They are expecting calves soon. He comes everyday to feed them but we don't always see him. He owns a heating and cooling business and has fixed my air conditioner three times. I offer to pay him but he just smiles and says that is pasture rent. He is building a house on a mountain near us and it is something to see. His driveway is a mile long. The house is three story and we can see it when we drive along our highway 11.
 It is not finished, he is working on it himself. He has cleared the mountain off around his house and has a pasture and lake that he built. He said his friends laughed and said he would never do all he planned but he has. He also has a pasture near us by the railroad tracks. He also built a lake there. He moves his animals from place to place. He will not sell them. He has he has had animals all his life and just enjoys them.  We have a railroad track behind our house and love to hear the trains. Of course my grandkids have to put coins on the tracks. This is the same railroad that I lived near when I was growing up. There was a swimming hole below the tracks and we used to wave at the passengers on the trains back when trains carried passengers. Everyone in town went swimming here at one time or another. Now it is all grown up. No one swims in creeks anymore. I think it is because our homes are air conditioned and we don't have to go to the creek to cool off. I would like for things to go back like they used to be for awhile. We had chickens and when mama and daddy clipped their wings they waited until dark and went in the hen house. It was like a mad house when they were clipping the wings. Chickens were flying everywhere and squawking and messing all over the place. We had a chicken lot but they were allowed to roam too. Mama would hear a hen cackling and she would send me to find the nest. I can remember her looking for a hen and saying I bet she is setting. Once we pulled up part of the back bed room floor to get to a nest full of eggs. Mama killed the chickens to eat by chopping their heads off on a chopping block. It amazed me that even with their heads off they could still flop around. I liked to watch mama cut the chicken up and see what was in the craw. Daddys favorite part was the gizzard. He used to tell us that movie stars ate the wings so we would eat them and leave the breast for him. We like to pull the pulley bone and make a wish.  The way chicken is cut up in restaurants today there is never a pulley bone.  One time mama was cutting stove wood and a rooster flew up and spurred her on her top lip. It went through to her gums. She went in the house and washed it out with alcohol. She was crying and I remember I tried to comfort her by saying now she could wear a ring in her lip. Some comfort. It was so nice growing up with chickens. I remembered the black and white ones that she called domineckers. Thats what I have now but I have learned that the are called Dominques. I had a little brother who was a dwarf. Because he was little someone gave him some little chickens, a hen and a rooster. We  called them bantys. He loved those chickens so much. He died in 1950 on Christmas Day when he was seven. I was eleven. We still had the bantys. That was one of the saddest things that ever happened to our family.
What an amazing picture of your past you've shared. So many special fond memory's, the good and the bad together. I have the utmost faith you'll always have caring and kind thoughts directed to you, and more than a few prayers offered up to Him asking to help you through these times.
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It is so hard at times to remember but He is always there. My very best wishes and hopes go out to you and yours.
 
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