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She will stay light. If anything, she'll become even lighter. She is a cutie, isn't she? Like I mentioned, she's the first one. Breeders have been working toward coming up with a solid white yak. No one has come close until now. The guy who owns her has the largest number of Golden yaks in the country. They're kind of cool, but I don't think I'd ever want one-even considering the fact that they are the most valuable (dollar wise).
So I have a self-deprecating story to share with you, my friends. This is so embarrassing, but quite funny. As soon as I got home from the stock show, we went out to round up all our baby yaks to put them in the corral. It is time for them to be weaned. Their mothers are bred back, and they need their energy for growin' more babies. This is much easier said than done, as these yak moms are fiercely protective. The herd that we bought from Wisconsin came with two babies who we knew were boys, and we had them 'fixed' before arrival.
When I worked a deal for the second herd, I specifically asked for 4 cows with babies, and I wanted all the babies to be bulls (future freezer meat). This guy had a HUGE herd in Idaho, so I didn't think I was making an unreasonable request. He agreed, and our transport driver arrived the next week with the load. The Idaho cows are easily spooked-it's obvious that they were just kind of left out to pasture to be nothing more than wild, beautiful yaks. We've only been able to get them into the corral once before, for worming. One baby wriggled out underneath the gate, and we managed to drench it with wormer as it was escaping. The week prior to that, we discovered that one of our 'bull' babies was a girl. She lifted her tail to urinate, squatted, and did her thing. Boys don't do that. Theirs just kind of dribbles straight down from their belly area. So when we had them in the corral, I lifted their tails and checked them out to be sure. Paulie was the one who wriggled out, and thus didn't get checked. Kenny and Dash both got their cajones grabbed, so I knew without doubt they were boys. We just assumed that Paulie was definitely a boy, because Paulie is the biggest and has no problem fighting the other boys off in order to get to the treat bucket.
Before I left for the stock show, we withheld all treats for awhile, so that by the time I got back they would really want it. Sure enough, all we had to do was fill up the food trough with their favorite treat, and they all ran into the corral. We closed the gate, and started the process of herding the adults through the chute and got them out of the corral that way. It was a bit time consuming, but not too bad. We've been going out to the corral alot to spend time with the babies. We want to get them used to our presence, so that they will be easier to handle when they get big. As it turns out, one little bull (Dash) is an unusually beautiful animal. We've decided to reserve him as a future breeder bull. Schroeder was the one who turned out to be a girl, so she got saved from the freezer. That leaves Kenny and Paulie. So we're standing out there last night watching and talking to them, when one lifts its tail, squats, and pees out the back end. My husband said, "Why is Kenny peeing like a girl?" I was in shock, because I had felt the little guy's cajones myself. It took a few seconds, and then it hit me. "Honey, that's not Kenny. That's Paulie-the one who never got checked." WHAT THE HECK!!!!!! So Paulie is now Paulie Girl. Isn't that the name of a beer? We stood there for the longest time, staring at her in shock. She looked at us like, "What?", and ran over to ram Dash out of her way. Little brute. I don't know how the heck she managed to keep from peeing in front of us all this time. I don't know how we could have had her all this time without knowing, but there you have it. I feel like a moron. Out smarted by a yak. Now, out of the four who were going to be future meat money, we're left with one. Looks like Mr. Bayak Obama is going to end up contributing to the meat fund.