Presents in the Field

A cold, windy, blistery day.   Its the end of April and Christmas has begun in the field.

Today I found a huge bull calf zooming around the field.  I couldn't get a decent photo of him because he was going so fast and his mom, Gwen, was chasing him the entire time.

He stood still for 1 milisecond.  He is one big solid calf with 2 teardrop ring eyes, speed and flexibility.

Then he ran over to meet his grandmother, Google. 

Here are the 3 generations in the field:

After running around for 45 minutes he collapsed in a heap.

Now was the time to tag, band and weigh the brute.  109 pounds. He was probably 112 when born and ran the other 3 pounds off!

A few other herd mates dropped by to see what all the fuss was about.

Then he fell asleep on his moms leg while she grabbed some supper at the hay rack.

He is sleeping amongst the herd tonight.

The youngest and smallest member.  And the most exhausted.

I need some good "G" names for this boy.

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TailGait Gwen

Gwen is a 3 year old cow. She is 1/2 Simmental and 1/2 Hereford.    With no better name for this good cross, I just call her a "Smurf."    I love Gwen's double "goggle" eyes. That red pigment protects her from sunburn, pink eye and fly attacks.   Galvin is her second really nice calf.   His dad is a Hereford, so he is 2/3 Hereford and 1/3 Simmental.  Good thing I paid attention in Algebra class, cause I have to know fractions inorder to raise cattle!  

       
I often forget that Gwen is in the herd, because she is "no maintenance."   She is quiet and peaceful and never gets upset even if a pack of coyotes goes racing thru the fields at 2 pm.  She has her calves in the barn if the weather is incliment and won't allow those calves out of the barn for 4 or 5 days. A very maternal cow, she has lots and lots of milk and sometimes takes a nap when Galvin nurses for extended periods of time.

Wish I had 50 more just like her.