Amanda Hopper Writes

A writer's tale of living and working in the country.

Bunch of Bull

Know what’s scarier than two huge cows running at you? 
Four big ‘ole bovines chasing the tractor as you push that puppy into high gear racing to the feeder.
I have grown accustomed to the personalities of the mommas, they are slightly pushy, but regularly give in when pushed back. The baby bulls, however, are still developing their attitudes and from what I’ve seen so far, these boys are gettin sold before long.
If you remember, the mommas were named Jenny and Clara. I allowed the boys to name them since they were not destined for our kitchen table. I specifically told Grant and Sam that they could not name the babies since they would be sold. So imagine my surprise when I went to help Grant feed the quartet the other day and he called out, “time to eat Bolt and Steve.”
Steve?
Who names a cow Steve?
Apparently Grant.
When questioned as to his name choice, he declared, “he looks like a Steve.”
Well, that is just an insult to Steves everywhere. This is the ugliest calf I have ever seen. I am sure he will make a fine meal for someone someday, but he is definitely lacking in the cute factor.
He is also the most skittish creature I have had the misfortune to be standing too close to. Luckily Missy (our catahoula) has saved me from his quick-as-lightning legs more than once, but his stupidity makes me nervous. He’s also so lazy that he prefers to nurse rather than chew.
His momma, Clara, is the thinnest of our bunch. We began providing extra hay in another bunk, assuming that since she is the meekest, the others were taking advantage. It turns out, only Steve is taking advantage. Rather than muscle his way to one of two feeding bunks, he prefers to just wait it out and nurse. Bolt, so named by a relative who had a pet bull during childhood, has weened himself and is more than willing to use his increasing weight to make room for himself during dinner.
Frankly they both keep me looking over my shoulder. Steve is frightened by his own shadow and Bolt has an attitude that seems destined for the bull-riding arena.
Bolt is handsome. For a cow. He looks like a shrunken version of those great big mean looking bulls in a field of heifers. He has no fear. He is already pushing the two moms around. So far his mom pushes him back. Limousin cattle are supposed to reach their full growth at two years of age. But the boys are already 2/3 the size of their moms and they won’t be yearlings until late July. So how big will they get if they grow for another year?!
Like everything else we have endured with these cows, there is gonna have to be some quick thinking. A departure plan if you will.  A corral to ween slacker Steve, and some research into cow sales. Then comes transportation.
Think they will fit in my truck bed?
The warm weather brings hope of green pastures. I admittedly will not miss the hay. Hay in my hair, down my shirt, stuck to my socks. It gets everywhere… like sand.
And cow patties. After a hard winter in Texas, we have enough cow patties to fuel heat for an entire third world country. Anyone want to start that business? You can have them for free, it will be our little contribution…

Jenny, Bolt, Steve, and Clara. Bolt and Clara are looking at the camera. Thankfully Steve’s head is hidden…

1 Comment

  1. Mama thats mean. He looks fine

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