Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A couple of weeks ago we turned Bruce, Broadway's last year's bull calf, in with the four heifers. He has always been very quiet. Frankly, I am not crazy about the quiet ones...bulls that is....because you tend to get complacent around them, and then bad things happen. Bruce has been a little off the past week so the boss went into the pen to doctor on him, got it done, and turned to leave. The little bull instantly attacked him, drove right into him with his head and nearly put him on the ground.
I was hobbling across the barnyard in my usual lame-footed gait and saw it all. The boss hollered, "Bring me a stick!", but by the time I got there, the bull had gone after him again, and he had grabbed him by the head, turned him into the gate and got him to stop. Yowsa! He is just a little bitty bull. He has always been very calm and timid. But wow! Next time we handle him he is going to get a ring in his nose if I have any say about it. Of course, his behviour is pretty understandable. A bull is a bull is a bull. I have been violently attacked by day-old calves when they feel threatened or frightened. And getting medicine is probably scary. But the barnyard rules have changed now. No going across without a stick when the young stock are out of the pen. And not the plastic water pipe we usually use to deter violent stock either. Noisy, but totally harmless. Nope, this requires a real stick!