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.
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.
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.
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.