Last night, I helped Dad sort cows and calves. Some were going to the other farm to be turned out with one bull for the breeding season, the others were staying at this farm to be bred to our second bull.
We loaded the group destined for the other farm on the trailer, and when we arrived, closed gates so the creatures could step out into the barn lot and then meander into the pasture south of the barn. They generally knew the routine, and all went well.
The bull could hear that there were new residents on the farm, and he showed his excitement with deep bellows. Continue reading “In the Words of Doctor Who, “RUN!””