Not an Astronaut offspring, but he could have been
In the comments a good friend mentioned genetics and inheritances in folks.
Which got me thinking a bit. In well over thirty years of living every single day with generation upon generation of registered Holsteins, a few Jerseys and a handful of milking shorthorns, it has amazed me, how very much of the makeup of a cow, her performance, and especially her silly little quirks are inherited.
Of course anyone who bred registered cows during the right time period remembers the Paclamar Astronaut daughters...they were long and black and sharp and gorgeous....
However, they were also a little bit, (well maybe even more than a little bit,) on the "nervous" side.
Flighty even.
Oh, heck, let's be clear here...the ones we bred were downright psychotic. We had a little black one whose name escapes me***. When you tried to milk her she would kick right over the top of the divider. That is about chest high for those not familiar with stall dividers.
She kicked like that every single day from the first time she was milked until she died calving while the kids and I were at camp one year. She hated everybody with an equal opportunity loathing that was downright impressive.
Other traits also seem to be much more heritable than the sire summaries would have you think. Like eating box elder trees. As members of the maple family box elders have fairly bitter leaves I do believe. Cows will eat them when especially hungry, but they are certainly not high on their menu preferences. Except Balsam's family. Every one of them will climb up on the jersey barriers around the barnyard to prune the trees on the bank. We have seen some feats of bovine gymnastics that would downright amaze you, all in pursuit of low hanging leaves.
Getting out of fences is another proclivity not measured in the stud books that seems to run in families. Inspecting windowsills on the way out of the barn (although that may be a breed-specific thing as it seems to be mostly Jerseys who find it necessary to stop and check every single windowsill every single day.) Stealing calves. We have had a family since I met the boss that all stole calves....we still have some of them.
You can keep your TPI and your PTA and your daughter averages and all. If the proofs measured everything we noticed running in families in cows there wouldn't be room on the page to list them all.
***Liz looked her up and her name was Apple Crisp...she was crisp enough all right.
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I think after the second week of kciking like that, Apple Crisp would have become--oh, I don't know--steaks and ground chuck?
In a preemtive measure to ensure the safety of the work crew, if you know what I mean.
I just love it that you know your "families" so intimately, that your cows mean more to you than just milk machines.
I've notice the same traits in both beef cattle and especially horse families....inherited quirks or something they pick up as calves and foals from their mothers;)
"She kicked like that every single day"
Lordy. I am such a coward. How do you milk a cow like that?
Box elder trees? Window sills? That's really interesting!
The older I get, the more convinced I am that it's mostly in the genes. I'd like to believe that we are whom we choose to be . . . but I'm from a very large extended family . . and it seems to me that what is true for cows . . is true for people.
And I don't mean to insult cows by comparing them to us ;)
Just like dogs...and chickens, and sheep...inherited quirks I don't care what the 'experts' say. Those of us who work with animals "KNOW".
Linda
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