Medium hot today. Some breeze in front of the weather pushing down the Rockies.
Fed calves late yesterday. Critters have developed a habit of hiding in the shade until they see me going toward the feed bunker (which I keep locked up from the human critters predations).
So the calves are at the gate when I come out with the feed, and dog is sitting jammed up against the gate poles because he knows that when the gate opens he gets to jump the calves. His problem is the calves know it too and a couple will crowd the gat and a couple will hang back.
In goes dog as the gate opens and the two near calves jump aside away from him and the couple that hang back will charge him.
All that creates a high speed cutting contest, with a sixty pound dog going back and forth and a group of five hundred calves rumping and swinging heads.
Dog has developed an escape plan.
He circles my legs and cuts back, leaving me to face the calves moving in. My reaction (and one to which most of the calves object) is to reach out and whack ‘em in the forehead.
Usually reaching toward the calves will cause them to shy away and by the time seperation is made I’m beyond dog and out of the noose he weaves with the lead he is dragging. The calves settle just out of reach. Things are fine.
Except yesterday. A white face decided it wanted to be touched, so it crowded me and I’m penned against the fence scratching the forehead and jowls of this silly cow while dog ran for the corner where the calves are content to let him be.
That stupid white face scratched her forehead on my fist for a good five minutes before she figured she had enough.
I’ve got about twenty chiggers I didn’t have yesterday.Absent minded cows. She should know better.
From the reaches,