|Cinnamon's tail several days after the escapade.|
The majority of the burrs are gone
There are only five cows left here. Well, actually, two cows, one heifer, two bulls and one steer. You might expect that so few would find fewer ways to get in trouble.
Alas, all it takes is one. A few days ago someone (not me) didn't quite chain the barnyard gate, which leads to the back of the home farm (which is not the one where the house is...go figure).
|Marv, drinking from a muddy puddle.|
There is a clean watering trough
and a creek
but mud is tastier, dontcha know?
Moon, Cinnamon, Marv and Bama Breeze discovered that open gate and exited in search of better and more abundant forage than can be found on the huge pasture they have all to themselves (said pasture has been known to feed fifty-one heifers from spring to fall without supplemental feeding in good years). Yeah, the poor things are obviously starving.
Anyhow, when I got to the barn to give the boss a hand that evening I had no trouble at all knowing they had been out.
Where there are cows there are no burdocks. They love them and eat them right down to the roots.
Where there are no cows there are plenty. Add cows in autumn and you have a terrible combination. Bama's tail from root to tip of switch was so covered with burrs that they were flaking off in sheets.
Heaven forbid she try to switch her tail.
|Bama, days after the debacle|
Imagine about ten times this many
The other three were not quite as well-endowed, but there was no shortage.
Turns out the boss had to hunt them down with the tractor as they had been over quite a lot of ground and he has a bad knee. The ground was evidently rich in burdocks.
Where do you think he found them? Right in the other pasture, grazing on the pretty ridge overlooking the river, and joined by a bunch of deer.