Sunny & the 5 egg layers
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He sounds like quite the character.
Thanks for the update!
Thanks for the update!
elevan said:Getting big and ornerySunny & the 5 egg layers said:How's the cow doing?
He thinks he's a goat
He's to become steak, so I'm trying not to get attached...hence the now lack of conversation on him. Shouldn't be too hard to not get attached now that he's starting to become a PITA. Although if you need to do any work around the barn or field, he's right there fascinated by your tools...which is cute until he butts you in the rear and you nearly land in a pile of poo.
Aww! Thats funny! I love his nickname by the way! "My little Cheese Burger"redtailgal said:OUr last bottle steer was like that, only he thought he was a dog. See, I'm lazy and left it to my mastiff to "bathe" him. When he was brand-new little, he would lay down and Bella would run over and sit on him, then give him a thorough bath, while Vixen, the daschund, washed his face. He didnt know if his momma was a human or a dog, and never figured out if he was a 6 pound daschund or a 156 pound mastiff. He was a huge Holstein who I called "Beauford", who ended up weighing 1000 lbs at a year old.
He was a total nerd. I was the only one who could lead him anywhere, anyone else tried to lead him and at the first sign of pressure on the lead........he would "die". Just fall over and lay there. But I could lead him by his ear, even at a year old when he weighed 1000lbs. The rest of the family would call "Beauuuuforrrrddddd".....and he would ignore them. BUt I could holler "wheres my cheeseburger?" and he would RUN to me. He was a pest, I couldnt do ANYTHING in the barn or pasture without his "help", and when I got him to stop "helping", he would stand and suck on my shirt-tail or lick my face like a dog. Cattle have very rough tongues.
I once accidently hit him in the nose with a hammer because he was "helping" and stuck his nose in the way. He had to suck my shirt for a long time after that. Do you know how much shirt will go into a 1000lb animals mouth? and the slobber........ugh. But then he would give me cow kisses and I would tell him what a good lil cheeseburger he was, only then would the world start to spin again.
He got out once while I was at the grocery store. I got home to find that FIL had been trying to catch him for over an hour. Beauford ran over to my car and greeted me, so I led him back to the barn by his ear. FIL was furious.
He really was a good lil cheeseburger.