It’s the time of year we move the cattle from their winter home to their summer pasture so the beans can be planted. I wanted to leave them up north for as long as I could to give the pasture a chance to grow since we’ve had such a late start to spring. I love reading about this process on other farms: sorting cows from calves, loading them onto trucks or trailers and then driving them to the new location. For me, it means I open my mustard and ketchup gates.
Then I return to the barnyard and shut the goats and llama in so they can’t go join the cows on my bean field, while I leave the gate open all night.
In the morning, Djali was a bit irritated that his freedom had been restrained, but I opened the panel and let him back into pasture when I went to see if the cattle had moved themselves into the Back Forty. I planned on shutting the gate either way.
When I looked over the hill, I saw the cattle hadn’t come into the Back Forty, but they were just thinking about it.
I encouraged them to come on through. MJ thought about it some more and took the time to scratch his face on the mustard gate.
Then he slowly took his time coming through. My old man really is starting to show his age.
Next Maxine came closer. What was she checking out so closely?
Her big hunk of steer. He looked quite happy, so she decided to join him.
That’s all there is to moving my cattle from their winter home to their summer pasture. How easy!
You might notice Maxine’s very saggy empty udder. I don’t think she’ll be having a calf this year. The injured bull was obviously too injured to breed her, but I do credit our plan with saving his life. Once he had company, he really perked up and started showing some improvement. Now you can’t tell he was ever injured!