Sometime during the night, the cows and calves of the main herd decided to cross the river to lounge and nibble in a small field near the county road.
This field just happens to be across the road from the bull pen where we have five yearling bulls that are simply itching to make friends with some females. We heard the snuffling and snorting well before sunrise and knew exactly what was going on before we got out of bed.
The calves are all bunched into gangs that usually correlate with their ages. The youngest three calves typically hang together so the bigger ones don’t pick on them although the spunky ones break the boundaries to practice head butting and chasing.
We were driving in the Gator on our way over the bridge for the morning feeding with Butler the dog leading the way. We had calves spread around in front of us, beside us and behind us when several of the calves started following the dog.
Once we were across the river and started feeding, the mother cows began their own conga line across the river for breakfast and the calves followed along over to the hay. It was a beautiful way to start the day.