More of What I Have Learned on the Dairy


As the years go on I keep learning new things here; not all of it has to do with bovines.
Here are a few more things. I will keep you posted as other things come up.

1) Cows can walk up stairs.
2) With the right motivation cows can walk backwards down stairs as well.
3) A pack rat is a very large beastie; close to the size of a squirrel.
4) An agitated pack rat running straight at you takes on the dimensions of a VW Bug.
5) A 24 hour old calf can outrun a 40 something year old male and leave him in the dust.
6) A 24 hour old calf can contain a lot more poo than you would think.
7) A 24 hour old calf is already an expert at sharing its poo; and is very generous at spreading it around.
8) Training a calf to take a bottle is a task to be dreaded.
9) A bull is an obnoxious, ornery, ungrateful, unpredictable, dangerous (...etc) wretch.
10) No matter how you shout, wave your arms, rev your 4-wheeler and otherwise make a fool of yourself in public, a bull in the middle of the highway will not move.

Comments

photowannabe said…
Well calfkeeper I would say they were lessons well learned. Better you than me!!!
Well written and kept me wondering what would happen next.
October 5, 2007 at 8:04 PM
moe said…
Please tell us more about cows walking up and down stairs, about DH's 2nd job, & about the baby. If you just lie about the details, you can still maintain anonymity, you know!

Enjoying the cow stories. Used to work on a cattle feedlot in Texas & it brings it all back except the smell.
October 5, 2007 at 11:16 PM
Jim said…
You have a nice blog. JEL showed some of us how to reach you.
I like cows, I had one in 4H, she was a Brown Swiss named Brownie.
My dad appropriated her when I left the farm, I think he footed everything for her, including the purchase price when she was a calf.

I grew up in Nebraska, in the hills north of Omaha.
My grandfather Corkill moved to Missouri, some place in the Ozarks when I was small.
It seems to have been Urbana, I just remember there were trees everywhere and we went to a fish hatchery.

My cow friends are Irish. I have posted pictures and 'about' them on my blog
[http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com]
at (you can paste these two lines in):
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=cow+irleland
..
October 7, 2007 at 3:21 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Thanks to all for visiting and for commenting on my various posts here. I appreciate it.
October 7, 2007 at 5:17 PM
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