Published by admin on Sat, 10/31/2020 - 10:00am
A couple Saturdays ago, we decided it was time to move two bulls, a cow and her young red calf from a corral into the big pasture. It really wasn’t that far of a move - maybe a path the length of two semis across a yard - and it should have been a breeze.
I’ve also done this before. I stand with my arms outstretched and my legs apart, like I’m playing Red Rover, to keep the cattle from running where they’re not supposed to go. Except, this new red calf was going to be a problem. He had only been in contact with one human in his lifetime, and it wasn’t me.