I haven't had time to go with John to check the east herd lately, but this morning I had no where to be, and wanted to tag along. I was looking forward to getting current pictures of the calves (specifically Patsy's), plus the bull we're leasing for this breeding season arrived yesterday, and I wanted to meet him as well.
Out of the seven mature cows in that herd, we were really hoping to only breed six, and that by some stroke of luck we could get Helena separated from the group before she came into heat.
Not a chance. Not only is she on the verge of raging heat, her "bitch" factor has been cranked up to eleven.
Most of the other cows are sweet on him, but in Helena's inflated hormonal state, she's fighting everyone who even looks his way. I told him to watch out for her - she's the kind likely key his car and/or boil his bunny, but she's the only one he's currently taken interest to.
I opted to stay on the outside of the fence and refrain from make the hike up to the shed where the calves were napping. Even though I really wanted to get pictures of them, I also have all of tomorrow off, and thought it'd be nice to not be dead for it.
