#26, Mud Dauber, now sixteen months old had been picked to be sold and we needed to sort him from all of his cousins so the new owner could pick him up. This crop of bulls are pretty docile and it was no problem to open the bull pen gate and let them into the green pasture that is usually held for the critters from the show barn. Continue reading
Fencing has been the big priority over the last couple of weeks. Elk damage, storm related breaks from falling tree debris, and basic maintenance has been keeping us busy. Anytime that it is not raining, we are out along the lines securing areas for the cattle.
This temporary electrified fence across the back of the hay field has several purposes,
- Creates a barrier to keep the main herd out of the hay field until the grass is ripe enough to cut for hay in June (the hay field is on the left, grazing area on the right).
- The sweeping curve of the fence cuts off the more challenging terrain of the field including old stumps, deep impressions from decaying root systems and a large swamp/swale area (avoiding obstacles that damage or sink hay equipment).
- Gives an extra five acres of forage area for the main herd while the hay field is out of commission for forage.
Once the hay has been taken off the field, the cattle will once again have access to the area and will be in charge of cleaning up the corners and any hay bits that remain after harvest. I call them my four-legged gleaning crew.
Jackson our ‘wild child’ dog is able to wait patiently when he knows that it will be soon time for us to start up the Gator for chores, especially when it’s feeding time.
The kitten was waiting as patiently as the dog, and knows what is coming since the order of mealtime is run in a pattern.
The motor of the Gator starting sends cattle, dogs and cats into frenzied anticipation with copious amounts of saliva as they anticipate their upcoming meal. (Come to think of it, my tummy starts rumbling about that time of day knowing that our dinner time follows the critters meals.)
Usually I try to have my posts completed and scheduled to release in the early morning hours, today it was just not possible.
Last night, when I normally would have been completing my post for this morning, we were busy moving cattle around in order to have things ready for today. We had to first move the two remaining yearling bulls from the bull pen into a barn pen alongside the three heifers in the show barn. Then we had to move the batch of show animals which consisted of the bull Prowler, four cows with their calves and the three yearling heifers out into the bull pen and lock up the gates so the would stay out of our way. Continue reading
Prowler has been growing steadily since we brought him home in October.
He is now a full year old and has been acting ‘more bully’ by more closely following the two pregnant cows and three heifers that he has been spending time with. It seems that all three of the heifers were not bred as we had thought and Prowler has decided it is time for him to grow up.
The one heifer was ‘slow to settle’ when she was with the main herd sire. That is lingo for not getting bred right away but we did not see her come back into heat after we took the sire away an had assumed that all was good.
Prowler has let us know in no uncertain terms that we were mistaken, and has also informed us that he is ready to take on more responsibilities around the farm.
The seven heifers were given a new carpet of chips in their outdoor pen.
A big load of weathered wood chips was laid down across the pen and the heifers took no time at all to sniff, snort, shuffle and scamper around to enjoy the fresh, new coating.
Once they were all tuckered out the heifers spent the afternoon lounging on the chips and chewing their cud.
It was a happy day for the heifers and for those of us who were watching them.
The cold snap broke and we are slowly getting back to a weather pattern that is more typical. Pipes and hoses are no longer frozen solid and we can water the animals with the irrigation again between nights that freeze and days that thaw.
Forecasts have been waffling for a week about the chances of snow on the 25th. We had less than a trace two days ago and it disappeared as the sun came up.
In the fields, the ground is still frozen several inches down below the turf while the moisture in the air hovers in patches across the trees and into the dips of the field.
Butler the dog watches the fog as it dances around. He is hoping to see a coyote or bird move about so he can go running, but for now it is just the fog.