Friday Farm Fun -Bullish

small bull moved to corral

Last weekend we had to separate a bull from the herd and move him to the corral. Only I wasn't informed my husband was doing the chore until he called from his cell phone and said, "I'm heading the two bulls out of the pasture, get the red gate, and then the gate at the bridge."

I shoved my feet into my Bog boots, pulled on a sweatshirt, stocking cap, and gloves and jogged to the first gate that needed opened. Here came the bull we needed to move. He was jogging down the road the direction we wanted so I cut across the field to open the gates at the bridge and then the corral.

Looking up, I noted the bull running down the hay field with my husband and our border collie, Boots, not too far behind.  Knowing once the bull was turned back, I'd need to stop him from going back through the first gate so I jogged that direction. My husband hollered to close the gates. I did. Then attempted to turn the bull when he came my way. I manged to scare him back the other way and then he headed for the bridge only to pivot and run through the large gap between us. Back toward the cows.

Large bull who gets to go wherever he wants

He dodged Boots's attempts to turn him and charged through our yard to get back to the pasture with the cows. My  husband hollered to open the gate back up. I opened the gate and then stood back waiting, and waiting, finally I saw a big black body, and then two. Hubby had run both the bulls out this time. The biggest and oldest looked at me, snorted, and started my direction gaining momentum. I hollered and waved my arms.

He kept coming. So I stepped aside letting him go where he wanted, and thankfully the smaller bull, the one we wanted, trotted down the road, across the bridge, and into the corral., Why he couldn't have done that the first time...that's what farm life is about.

You never know how long a simple task may take. It all depends on the mood of the animal your working with.