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Post by Awnry Abe on May 23, 2017 2:09:01 GMT
I was trying to post this the Keeping a Family Cow group on FB but techno-life was giving me trouble, so I uploaded it to YouTube. It's long, but fun to watch. link
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 3:34:04 GMT
I kept thinking of all those Spaniards, dressed in white with red scarves about their necks...of Maria, and the festival of San Fermin, the magic of Pamplona...the way the tequila sweetened the experience of the crowds, the danger, and the exhilaration of running with the bulls. But I digress, it was a great video AA.
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Post by stickinthemud on May 23, 2017 15:37:21 GMT
Mom (born 1921) grew up on a dairy farm & told me how scared she was when the bull got out. The bull lived in a pen made of old railroad rail from some coal mine. Granddad was a Holstein breeder and those bulls made the Jersey in the video look like a pup. (But even so, I would not have been that free with any bull!) From what Mom said, Grandad was a big supporter when AI arrived!
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Post by here to stay on May 23, 2017 15:45:03 GMT
I enjoyed the little bit with the flower petal "do I trust him or do I not?" Obviously set up to arrive at the correct answer- "I don't trust him."
I was once at a slaughter business when a rancher drove up with a bull to slaughter. Everything stopped and everyone rushed to get the bull processed first because, as the owner said, he hated bulls because the can do so much damage to his equipment.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 19:07:28 GMT
Why, oh why would you have a jersey bull with horns intact? He was playin' with ya', next time, maybe not....James
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Post by Awnry Abe on May 24, 2017 2:49:33 GMT
Damage is his middle name. The plan is one more round with the girls. Then when the boredom (and real trouble) sets in, it's off to the freezer. He's too dangerous to make up for the good.
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Post by aoconnor on May 24, 2017 12:55:40 GMT
Great video! But all the pawing, snorting, and head shaking would have withered my resolve wth that bull! But he was a pretty small guy, so maybe he was younger and not as aggressive yet?
We used to pet our bull, brush him, etc, but now he is a 2000 lb fully grown adult at 6 years of age, and I won't get near him unless he is happily eating a flake of alfalfa. Then and only then can I get fly spray on him. But that is rare as he doesn't come in out of the pasture much anymore. He has his ladies and babies, I don't mess with a bull with ladies and babies:-) My hubby made the mistake of moving cattle out of one pasture to another, and forgot to bring cubes to pull cattle through and be able to close the gate. Our bull started to "talk to my hubby" then he decided to let the man know how upset he was there were no cubes and the bull began hitting and rocking the UTV with his head that my husband was in. Sooo...we always carry a bag of cubes in the back now:-)
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Post by willowgirl on May 24, 2017 12:58:26 GMT
What a beautiful farm you have!
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Post by shellymay on May 24, 2017 17:02:55 GMT
X2, very nice place
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Post by Woodpecker on May 25, 2017 15:23:46 GMT
Very interesting to watch. When I was young we had one cow, Betsy. When my father would have the neighbors bull over to "play" with Betsy....oh boy, all us kids were glued to the window. I wouldn't get anywhere near any bull, scary!
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Post by mogal on Nov 2, 2018 19:24:26 GMT
Late to the party, I guess. I have 2 stories regarding Jersey bulls that give my feelings on them.
My father was a greenhorn from Massachusetts when he married my mother, daughter of a farmer. Their first year together, he farmed with Papa and told about going to the sale barn in Nettleton AR. This was in the late 40's when the animals were run down a long chute rather than a modern sale barn having a semi-circle with the auctioneer in the center, the animals entering on one side of the auctioneer and leaving on the other side depending on how the pens were arranged. Buyers are seated in bleachers above and in the edges of the circle. Well, back to the old chute style. Papa and Daddy were standing with a bunch of men Papa knew and visiting while various animals, including some huge bulls, were sent down the chute for inspection then bidding. Daddy was scared seeing these creatures but figured if Papa and his cronies weren't worried, he wouldn't be either. At one point someone at the head of the chute yelled "JERSEY BULL!" and Daddy said that Papa and all the other men immediately climbed as high as possible. Daddy immediately followed suit thinking that if the men weren't afraid of those previous bulls, how big was this Jersey bull going to be? Daddy almost laughed when he saw this relatively tiny bull until he realized that he was trying to hook every pair of feet he could see with his horns. Never trust a Jersey bull. Period. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Second story: In the mid 90's our next door neighbor would buy young Holstein heifers and bring in an equally young Jersey bull to breed them for an easy calving when they freshened. He made good money raising these replacement heifers. The bulls were seldom any older than was necessary for them to do their job which meant they had testosterone aplenty regardless. Well, one summer, we allowed the neighbor to open our common fence to graze our pasture since we didn't use it all. I had electric fence to keep in the goats, sheep and Great Pyrenees dogs. Unfortunately, the bull wasn't impressed with a piddling 3 strand electric fence, no, sir, not he! If I were lucky, I'd see the blasted thing in the goat pasture from the house and call the neighbor to come get him. If I weren't so lucky, I'd turn the corner into the barn and come face to face with him. This was long before the days when everybody and his off ox had a cell phone so it wasn't always easy to reach my neighbor. The free grazing for the neighbor ended shortly after the second time I met the bull in the barn.
At least, I was never cornered in the barn by the bull like I was by Papa's big black bull when I was 10 or so. That time it was the corn crib and Grandma wasn't pleased since she'd specifically told me to stay out of the barn lot. Papa thought it was funny.
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