So - it is bittersweet when I hear that bull elk bugling on crisp fall mornings.
I live rural like Rave and Blues and here in the south we have problems with coyotes they have just about made rabbits extinct here. Not a good thing.
I HATE poachers we feed our wildlife here like we do our domesticated animals. I've got to where I REALLY HATE deer hunters for every single yr the hounds that didn't hunt good they turn them loose to starve and no they aren't altered. So we take them in. I live in fear that some idiots are going to shoot my horses since around here they shoot when a limb moves. Last yr a man shot his son thinking he was a deer,the kid was 13yrs old. You can't hike, ride or do anything here during deer season.Heck its not even safe for me to train my horses in my own round pen since they can use those high powered rifles.For the same reason that they raise beef cattle. It's not going too well for such operations in Indiana. There was a much larger elk farm about five miles away, but they have since sold their stock and closed down operations. People in Indiana are far too strapped for cash to spend their hard earned dollars on elk venison. Especially when they can just come to my place and poach.
Should be real strong by now, thanks. We did an all nighter last night and I didn't park the bike until 5am this morning, all I wanted then was a pillow! One of my Brothers with the Roanoke chapter got rear ended by a drunk driver yesterday at a traffic light so we took a road trip to see him at the hospital. He was banged up pretty bad but the Doctors said he would be fine in a few months. I doubt you could say the same for the drunk SOB once the boys in Roanoke catch up with him. I Imagine they will be waiting at his house when they let him out of jail today. A little piece of advice, if you're gonna rear end or otherwise hit a motorcycle with a car, pick one that doesn't have a rider wearing 1% colors, the courts will most likely be the least of that drivers worries. Take it for what it's worth but most Bikers don't care much for the I didn't see him defense anymore and the 1% MC's can get a bit unruly when you run over one of theirs...
I do not think cows learn names. At least in my work, I've been led to believe that. But I guess that goes back to the question "does a dog know its name?" Of course your initial response is to say "Yes." There have been many who say the dog does not really know its name. It responds to a particular repeated sound, but the dog is not aware that it is their name. That's a debate for people other than me.
We have quite a few dogs here at the ranch and I can say this; I have no proof that each dog knows it's name, but I am pretty sure they know everyone else's.
So with that in mind, I do not name the cows who reside here. I figure it would just my human requirement to apply some kind of order. As we know, disorder is some kind of order.
Dairy cows can live a miserable existance. They are used as a milk machine until they can no longer produce and then it's off to market to become quarter pounders. Whoa. I do understand the food supply system. No need to explain. Would you like fries with that?
Every now and then, when the pasture space permits it, we reach into the food supply system and bring one of those cows here. It's very simple, you'll just have to eat something else that day. Try a salad or something.
Well, a little while ago we grabbed three cows out of the food supply system. A friend of mine took two and I brought the other one here. I didn't give her a name but I'm beginning to think I should. The only thing that comes close to the pleasure of freely grazing in a pasture is being with me.
She refused to even go near the other cows. She would stand at the edge of the pasture at a fence and wait for me. I would go see her, talk to her, and then she would graze. Whenever I walked over to the fence, she was standing there waiting for me. (Raven enjoyed it when I freely admitted I hugged the cow. I told her to keep that between her and me.... oops.)
I kept trying to get the cow to understand that the other cows were her friends. Nope. I was her friend.
I was away for awhile when I spent some time in a hospital for needed health care services. The report from the ranch was that the cow was still waiting for me at the fence. When I got home and I walked over to the pasture fence, yep, there she was. Now I'm not sure if it has ever been documented that cows show emotion. But I'll tell you what, that was one happy cow.
Since then, I've been able to get her to accept her other cow friends. She seems to get some enjoyment out of being with them. But, when I show up, all is forgotten and she starts walking my way.
The other cows now think something really good is going on and they will follow her to me. So, what was a visit between the cow and me, has now turned into a cow party.
Sorry I ratted you out, Blues.
I have a great deal of affection for that particular cow. He doesn't have a name for her. But, just between you and me, he calls them all "Honey".
Well, there goes my tough guy image. Now, what did I do with my pink Volt?
The one with the pink Bubblicious nicquid in it? I borrowed it. You may, or may not get that back.
