in which we hear it for the boys

Tight little buddies from the beginning. Cow friendships are the lasting kind...

I know, I’ve been called on it before, and I admit it is true.  The Ladies get most of the press around here. Not fair and for no good reason, except that they got here first and took over.  And they look better in most of the pictures.  And they do silly comment-worthy things more often.

But now, the boys outnumber the girls. Not by much, and not for long, but today it’s true.

A few things about the boys are not exactly what I was expecting. The tussling, humping and general roughness is exactly what I thought bulls and steer would be like, but the politeness, loyalty and friendship was a bit of a surprise.

 

They are very social and enjoy each others company. I have a loner or two, but even they have their special close friends.  And Rocco, the bull, is Chairman of every pack. Rocco likes to spread himself around.

The intense gaze of Rocco - he doesn't miss anything...

This week, we have finally completely separated the boys from the girls. So, front pasture has all the ladies and the back pasture is home to all the steer and Rocco.

I hate to cloud their moment in the spotlight by mentioning this, but without the Ladies to show those boys where to go next, they’re a bit slow to find dinner. And to know when it’s time to come in out of the snow.

Found the hay, but forgot to go back inside to bed. All boy camp-out by the bale...

I put out three big bales of hay with plenty of space between so everyone would have a fair chance and plenty of room. You’d think they’d be happy to separate since there aren’t  enough places for everyone at one bale, but no.

Rather than strike out on their own, the littler guys have been watching Rocco and his top  henchmen do all the eating, politely waiting for their turn.  But politeness doesn’t buy much in the world of cows – once the big boys had their fill, they decided they weren’t risking their booty by going inside to bed.  They plopped down right there, at the foot of the bale for their naps, blocking the timid little fellas out.

Wearing their hay hats....

The Ladies would have split right up and made quick work of  all three bales.

So, today, I took pity on the gentle-men and led them to the other bales. They had been waiting for someone to take charge – I didn’t have to call twice.  Like the Pied Piper, I lead my parade of curly coated steer. And, let me tell you, they were pretty excited about their all you can eat buffet.

Can't explain it, but cows are big on single file...

Boys.

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5 thoughts on “in which we hear it for the boys

  1. You know I spent my whole life with cows and until we quit selling weanlings and started keeping calves on for meat selling purposes, I never had much chance to be around a group of large docile steers. My secret dream was always to have a span of oxen, but never could justify the time to train them and keep them, or find enough work for them. Besides my milk cows, some of the steers I’ve raised have been the best of gentle friends. They can be silly, but I sure like them – after they reach about 15 months old they start to really develop their personalities and are quite funny.

    1. Hey there Matron,
      Devons are favorites among drovers and a few of my cows have working parents. I have several I
      wish I had jobs for. I always wanted to farm with horses and would love to have an ox. Howard Van Ord,
      a well known drover tells me he prefers a single working cow. Now that would be a girl who would earn
      her keep! It’s such a joy to form a working bond with a horse or cow. Alas, there’s only so many hours
      in a day and my tractor gets things done a little faster.
      One day….

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