With the cattle head gate and chute constructed it is now time to take the next step and get these girls pregnant. Our bull semen has arrived (how many of you have ever uttered those words), so it is go time.
The semen dude is scheduled to come out to do the nasty Tuesday. We thought it would be a good idea to try out the apparatus by having the cows go through the chute prior to his arrival. Part of wanting to have a trial run is to make the process run smoothly, but there is also a bit of ego protection too. We want the semen dude to think we actually know what we are doing!
Steve and I decided that coaxing the cows into the pen area that holds the chute with treats would work. Yes, they gladly took the treats, but no, they did not even take one step towards the pen. We tried to hold the treats out while walking backwards towards the confined area, but the cows just eyed us suspiciously, mooed and waited for us to walk back towards them. Apparently, the treats are not THAT good.
Next we filled a bucket with their favorite grains. They raised their heads as they took in the fragrant scent of deliciousness, but they would not approach the bright blue bucket. Steve was certain it was because they are used to getting their grains in their black feeding bowls so I ran all the way over to the far pasture where the bowls were last used to retrieve a couple of them.
We filled the bowls with grain and placed them at the opening of the pen. The cows hurried over, but no amount of coaxing could get them to take a step towards the chute. I got behind them to give their fat asses a little nudge. They just lifted their tails in defiance and proceeded to drop a sloppy deuce on my foot. In my horror and shock, I tried to back away only to slip on the steaming pile and ended up with my hand landing squarely in their shit.
It became obvious after an hour of wasted time trying to herd these 700 pounds of rompin-stompin stubborn heifers, that we were outsmarted. These ladies ate treats, scarfed down the grain, shit everywhere and never had to do what we wanted them to do. Frustrated, we gave up.
As I walked out the following morning I couldn’t believe my eyes. There in front of me were the cows all neatly tucked into the pen leading the chute. They stopped their grazing momentarily, raised their heads and looked me in the face. I am not fluent in bovine, but I’m pretty sure they were saying, “When we’re good and ready lady and not a minute before”.