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I don't know where we're going, but I know where I am (part 7.
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Huh ... taking a photo was the last thing on my mind - unless it was for my obituary! Bulls & August are not a good combo
Yeah I’d say it was a bit of a fright but I think they’re most unpredictable if they’re out running with the cows and like a typical man, think you’re going to take the ride off them. I’d hope most bulls that are kept running with the herd would be docile enough, not much use to you though when you meet him unexpectedly on the road!! We would have kept bulls over the years, they looked like they’d absolutely savage you but the majority of them just associated humans with rubs and treats
my dad always did say you shouldn’t trust them though, and never turn your back on one.
I had a pet bull calf years ago, Darcy. He was a simmental and I was his mum from when he was a few hours old!!! My dads friends cow calved him but died shortly after and he had no food. My dads friend had way too many cows and cattle and he hadn’t time to bottle feed a newborn. He gave him to me, and later told my dad he felt bad giving him to me afterwards because he wasn’t sure he’d survive! He was bottle fed every 4 hours until he was well enough to go on a cow, he was fed complan, he was fed treats and then he was bottle fed left over
Milk after he fed from the cow. He was ruined. Even my dad had him spoilt, if I wasn’t there my dad would still give him his bottle
Now there was no doubt in my mind he absolutely adored me, he’d let me lie against him in the field, he’d lie back and love having his ears rubbed. But, one day we had them in the shed for testing. I turned away from him to talk to his sister, and my dad shouted really loud and smacked his stick against the wall. Darcy, while my back was turned to him, went to attempt to jump on my back. Only for my dad wasn’t as dopey as me, he’d have probably killed me but he wouldn’t have meant to do it. God I loved that animal. He was so lazy. In the fields all the others would be running and playing and he would be crawling behind them trying to catch up but not being arsed running.0 -
Natalia Old Miser wrote: »Yeah I’d say it was a bit of a fright but I think they’re most unpredictable if they’re out running with the cows and like a typical man, think you’re going to take the ride off them. I’d hope most bulls that are kept running with the herd would be docile enough, not much use to you though when you meet him unexpectedly on the road!! We would have kept bulls over the years, they looked like they’d absolutely savage you but the majority of them just associated humans with rubs and treats my dad always did say you shouldn’t trust them though, and never turn your back on one.
I had a pet bull calf years ago, Darcy. He was a simmental and I was his mum from when he was a few hours old!!! My dads friends cow calved him but died shortly after and he had no food. My dads friend had way too many cows and cattle and he hadn’t time to bottle feed a newborn. He gave him to me, and later told my dad he felt bad giving him to me afterwards because he wasn’t sure he’d survive! He was bottle fed every 4 hours until he was well enough to go on a cow, he was fed complan, he was fed treats and then he was bottle fed left over
Milk after he fed from the cow. He was ruined. Even my dad had him spoilt, if I wasn’t there my dad would still give him his bottle
Now there was no doubt in my mind he absolutely adored me, he’d let me lie against him in the field, he’d lie back and love having his ears rubbed. But, one day we had them in the shed for testing. I turned away from him to talk to his sister, and my dad shouted really loud and smacked his stick against the wall. Darcy, while my back was turned to him, went to attempt to jump on my back. Only for my dad wasn’t as dopey as me, he’d have probably killed me but he wouldn’t have meant to do it. God I loved that animal. He was so lazy. In the fields all the others would be running and playing and he would be crawling behind them trying to catch up but not being arsed running.
Your Mr. Darcy sounds lovely, but ... there is no way I’d be giving him “rubs and treats”!!!0 -
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Your Mr. Darcy sounds lovely, but ... there is no way I’d be giving him “rubs and treats”!!! they’re a sucker for a jam sandwich and they love chocolate. I had a huge plastic bowl I used to make chocolate moose for him and one day my dad cut up potatoes as a “treat” because cows (normal ones) love potatoes and Darcy god love him got so excited seeing his big bowl being carried towards him, and was utterly disgusted when he realized his bowl was full of raw potatoes. He wouldn’t eat them! Look at this, this isn’t Darcy this is Ava, but she knew what “kiss” meant and she would come over to give you kisses. Cows are basically just large dogs. I’m obsessed with them both.
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Mama cow could take biscuits out of your mouth 0 -
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