refenced some time ago. The land sat unused until the winter. Then, a man who keeps cattle and lives further down the road, apparently rented it and put some cattle on it, including a big Black Angus bull.
The man who lives directly across the road from the white house also has a small beef operation, and his Blank Angus and the new bull stood at their respective fences and periodically bellowed at each other for several days. Miss Molly and I happened to be walking by when they were doing this and they scared the dog so badly it took about a week before I could get her to pass that area.
I guess the boys got it worked out, because they eventually stopped.
Now, along with the bull were 4 cows and a large bull calf – probably born last year or maybe even the year before. One assumes that the man intends for the bull to be the daddy of four new calves when the time is right. One of the cows, a very pretty Hereford, was letting this rather large “baby,” which was almost as big as she was, continue to nurse.
Then, late one afternoon a few days ago the bellowing starts again. It continued off and on for most of the night and into the next day. Wondering if perhaps if the “boys” were picking up where they left off, I headed off to see who was making the racket.
I noticed that there was one less animal in the field – the young bull was gone. It wasn’t the bull dong the bellowing, it was the calf’s mother.
Missing her baby. I wanted to sit down next her and do some bellowing myself.