Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Can be terrifying. I hate it, especially sending steers to the meat processor. The steers are raised for beef, we don't mess with them a lot, so they are not terribly tame. Also, they seem to remember that they were once bulls and hold a grudge about it.
We sent a big one out today, with just Becky, the Boss, and me doing the work, along with the gentleman from whom we purchase hay, who provided the truck..... Liz is at a professional conference and Al is down in the city.
For some reason the steer wouldn't go out of his stall no matter what we did. He did, however, manage to push a big ventilation fan over on me while trying to get under the tie rail. Didn't hurt me but it took a couple of hours for the adrenaline to wear off.
Finally the boss put a halter on him and led him out of the barn. Quiet as a clam. Not bad for a guy looking at 65 next fall.
Then the fellows left with the steer and Beck and I turned the cows out to eat their hay. We are probably going to catch H-E_double hockey sticks, because we turned out a couple that have been been being kept in because they got out of the pasture fence. We figured they could use some exercise and the barnyard is more secure so......
We shall see....