The black bull calf with the white face has gone. Finally. We were glad to see the last of him. Our old bull, Tex, would have made mince meat of that black calf, but of course, we sent Tex to auction.
David was here to help get the bull into the trailer which ended up taking over two hours. Steve, who looks after the cattle, came first thing this morning to get the black bull into the front pasture and we kept him locked in with our longhorns. The owner, Harry, and his grandson, Jimmy, arrived to take the black bull to auction but first they had to load him on their trailer. The bull did not want to leave. The term bull headed is fitting. That bull was stubborn. Ken and I got tired of watching their fruitless efforts and sat by the fire pit to drank a glass of wine, leaving the three of them to figure it out.
At some point, David suggested they rest a minute. During the break, David commented to Harry and Jimmy, that he did not really like cattle and that he did not know how to handle them. Jimmy, who is 13, looked incredulous, and said to David, "Didn't your Pappy teach you all about cattle?" David had to admit it, and did not crack a smile. Finally, I heard the crash of the gate on their trailer and I knew that black bull was history on the Double Day Ranch. Hurrah!!
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