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Yeah, dad always said rounding them up & putting them through the drench pens or loading them on the trucks was so much easier if they were used to being handled. I love me some jerseys ~ but no room here for even a little jersey. My poppy was a dairy farmer & ran a jersey herd. Milk fresh from the cow & thick with yellow cream can still make me drool.That’s terrifying, and kind of creepy, because that was basically how my Husbands uncle died in his early 30’s. That was a long time ago, but the family still has an aversion to that make of Tractors. Thankfully, they all have roll cages now.
I would still rather handle the cows than have them skittish, as we don’t range far enough to need them people shy. Even if it means they occasionally beat me through the barn doors and get a head start on polishing off their hay rations for the season! Chasing 13 friendly but highly food motivated cows out of the place the tasty alfalfa lives was not fun. Especially because they basically have no flight zone for me now. I actually shoved a bale out across their backs because they were pressed in so tightly.
But, on the other hand they don’t mind me messing with their calves when they are little so much, which makes tagging and banding any boys much easier. And when I had to carry Rosebud (our special needs calf) across the field, her mama wasn’t aggressive or overly distraught that I was carrying her baby, she just followed patiently. And she never tried to kick or headbutt me when I was bottle feeding her or trying to get her on her mama the first weeks either.
I’m pretty sure I love the cows as much as the chickens. It doesn’t make for an easy “retirement” that’s for sure, but it is immensely rewarding.

Most farm equipment terrifies me. I leave the tools & such to John. I only get them if they need fiddling with to make them work.
