It wasn’t the name I would have picked and he actually had another name that I cannot recall, but Steve has called him “Steer Boy” since day one and it just stuck. We took possession of Steer Boy as a 10-month-old (for you city-slickers, a steer is a castrated male).
Steer Boy is a goofy looking guy, all limbs, floppy ears and dopey eyes. He was shy when he arrived so we couldn’t get near him. Being new to the herd, he was a bit bullied as well. The ladies would literally get behind him and then pile-drive him out of the way. He was so clumsy that he would nearly topple over. But Steer Boy was persistent and kept going back for more until he was accepted as a member of the herd. We were also persistent and now Steer Boy is among the friendliest of our herd.
Steer Boy has turned out to have a large personality and has turned out to be the most naughty of the cows. When Steve approaches, Steer Boy will bury his head into the pocket of Steve’s sweatshirt in an attempt to grab any treats he might be carrying. If Steve turns his back, Steer Boy will sidle up from behind and nudge Steve with his nose until the attention is back on him.
At first glance, Steer Boy looks like he would score pretty low on an I.Q. test, but he is a clever little bastard. We have had three pasture escapes in the past year. Trust me, its all hands on deck when you see a bunch of cows wandering around in the front yard……cow meeting car would be disastrous. The first two times it happened we had absolutely no clue how the cows managed to get free. The third time………busted!
We have enclosed additional cow pasture on our side property, right near the house, giving us a much better view of the herd. I watched from the window yesterday as Steer Boy worked the chain on the gate like a career criminal busting out of solitary.
A few well placed nose nudges and just like that……FREEDOM! As all ten of them stampeded through the gate to get to the fresh green grass in the front of the property, I flew out the door screaming for Steve. Cows on fresh grass have absolutely no interest in authority. Nearly one hour of wasted time later, after coaxing, pushing and funneling them back into secured pasture, Steer Boy looked at us like “Why are you looking at me? I didn’t do nuttin”.
I’m calling bullshit Steer Boy.