Bulls will be bulls
Tiny is our resident bull. He’s a fullblood Angus. In the rare instances that our Wagyu cows don’t become pregnant with embryos (via our awesome vet), we’ve been letting Tiny take care of things in their natural course.
Our neighbor’s cows—as far as we can tell—aren’t purebred anything. One is missing an eye, another has half a horn. A while back, Tiny wouldn’t give those girls the time of day.
Ever since we put him into service, though, he’s started looking over the fence into the neighbor’s pasture. If we could read into his simple cow thoughts, it might sound something like, The ones across the way aren’t so bad looking after all!
I was coming down our drive a few weeks ago and thought, Hey! That looks like Tiny over there! Sure enough, it was Tiny. He’d half-broken though our fence in order to get over and visit the neighbor’s girls. It took three of us to push him back through the fence. I’m thinking they might have some pretty good looking babies over there in a while.
Anyway, I’m considering selling him back to the owner—not because of the Houdini routine, but because he’s the dad of all of our few Angus/Wagyu crosses, and we want to keep the gene pool as deep as possible.
It’s not just Tiny, either
Goodness, there’s a learning curve! All our little bulls started reading about the birds and bees, so now we’ve had to move all the cows around. Boys are now all in one pasture, and moms in another—all within shouting distance of each other. All the fields are adjoining, and that way they’re not stressed. Cows are smart and sociable and need company. Every afternoon, they sit in the front of the pastures together.
We’re figuring all of this out as we go. For now, we’re keeping a closer eye on Tiny.