You have to be a bit careful when turning them out at first, because in their excitement they can easily end up running through electric wire. So this morning I was enrolled to help and we all got in our stations. Steve who I work for would undo the gates to let them out of the kennels, whilst Steve's wife and two teenage children stationed themselves along the electric wire. I was given the job of letting Papa, their Angus bull out, to come along behind the cows when they were nearly out. He will run with them now for a couple months. I heard the bolt slipped to open the gate out in to the meadow and simultaneously an almighty mooing started up through the cow kennel with the cows in a sudden migration. Then Papa started roaring (Bulls have a real earthy bellow) and when the last cows was almost at the end of the kennel I let Papa out and he trotted off to join his harem.
I reached the meadow to see 106 cows and a bull frolicking around the meadow. The greatest treat though was watching the nearly 17 year old cow number 9 leaping around like a yearling and then standing looking around like to say, "Where did that come from?" Laughingly we remarked how she ought to be careful at her age, but tonight it had not done her no harm, as she turned up second row in to milking for her cake. She loves her cake, does number 9. Really don't get much better than watching cows enjoying the first time turned out in the Spring, put a Spring in my step and a smile on my face as I walked back to clean the parlour up.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!