I miss Rose. Rose and Mama are my favorite cows. I raised Rose from a calf. She was Mama's calf. She was a lively, intelligent and spunky little calf. All of Mama's calves have been that way. Apparently being a lively and spunky little calf annoyed the other cows and they were mean to her. The other cattle bullied Rose and, while Mama could take care of herself, I tried to help Rose. When feeding hay at the wooden feeders and the other cattle would push her away from the hay, I would take some hay around south of the barn and Rose would follow. I would close the gates and let Rose eat there undisturbed. When I had apples I would often sneak some to Rose when the other cattle weren't looking. Otherwise they would push Rose away and take the apples.
With Rose I had hopes of keeping Mama's line going at the ranch. Now I need Mama to outlast Buddy, and to have a heifer calf when I replace Buddy.
The cattle all stood outside the corral yesterday and watched while the vet worked on Rose. When I let them back into the corral yesterday they spent some time checking out the head gate area where we worked. Today several times throughout the day I saw small groups of cows studying the head gate and area around it. Once time, when I heard a mournful moo, I thought another cow was in trouble. Nope. A few cows were near the head gate and one must have been sad.
I have a hole in my herd and at my ranch.
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