Weaning calves. You never know with a Bos Indicus what kind of hijinks they have up their…sleeve…
Our cattle are Brangus. That is a cross between a Brahma and an Angus. Because my husband is from South Texas and just loves the thick-skinned, dangly dewlap (a pendulous fold of skin under the throat of a bovine animal) and long ears…our cattle are just a bit more “brahma-y,” which is a popular breed in hot, humid, insect laden country. Of course with the Brahma, you also get a delightfully quirky personality and long legs. My grandfather used to call them, “jumpin’ cattle”
So, everything was separated, mommas from calves, then the mothers were moved to a pasture over a mile away. The calves were in a big pen at the barn and eating every bit of the conditioning feed we had dumped in the long, steel feeders. They were calling for their moms but not too bad.
Horses are rinsed and put up, tack room door is shut.
Ahhh…now for a beer and that chair in the shade….
What the heck? Is that a momma cow coming down the road? Oh, c’mon. Really?
Scrambling to the truck with choice words, my husband caught up with her and pushed her into a small fenced area close to the barn. By the time he came to the house to grab me, here were five more trotting toward the barn, bawling for their babies.
Now I know those cattle can jump but I have never seen so many jump a barbed wire fence like that.
We drove to the pasture and looked down the fence line, expecting broken wire to be hanging from fence posts. All was well except for the desperate looks on the faces of the mommas on the other side of the fence. Hmmm….Curious.
We both looked at each other and knew…oh, yeah…we have guests on the ranch.
We knew they had been driving around looking at deer and other wildlife earlier that evening after it had cooled down.
The importance of leaving a gate the way you found it, meaning shut or open and if shut, latched correctly, had not been explained.
“Oh, yea, well…those cows walked through the gate when we drove through…”
My husband smiled.
Oh, okay!, he said. No problem, things like that can happen.
I know they do, because they just did.
A friend of ours gave us a wooden sign shaped like a tombstone, many years ago. We put it next to a gate. It reads:
HERE LIES THE LAST PERSON WHO DID NOT SHUT THIS GATE…