My friend Catherine has affectionately named my new herd of
black Angus cattle “Lulu B. Bovines”. Apparently there is a new red wine on the
market called “Lulu B” that is hardy and full-bodied, and she felt the description
was ideal for my purebred “beef”. I could not agree more.
My young “Lulu B’s” are getting accustomed to the presence
of my stock savvy crew as they learn to be “dog-broke”. The crew’s experience working free-range cattle over
the past years greatly helps in the management and care of my new herd.
For the most part, the crew has to maintain a quiet and
respectful disposition around the stock unless I need a helping paw. This morning's chores entailed collecting various buckets that had blown into one of the shaded areas for the herd after last night's Thunder storm. The "Lulu B's" were clustered among the trees where the buckets had landed. I put Miss Ash to work to move the herd out to one of the watering holes as they would not budge for me. Ash said "no worries", as she skillfully approached the 30 heifers and drove them out of my way down to one of the sloughs.
Ash picked a shaded area to watch over the herd while I went to town for groceries with Rook and Cybelle. She remained in her tending position when I returned just as our Maccabee had done over the years when keeping watch over our neighbour's herd.
All is as it should be among the beasts - each performing their duties with harmony and respect.
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| Miss Ash keeps watch over her Lulu B. Bovines |
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| One of the Lulu B's makes an appearance. I named her "Fefe" because she was born with Frozen Ears |
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| Ash getting ready to move the gals out of the trees and into the pasture so I can collect my artifacts - thanks Ash! A trained stockdog certainly makes chores much easier! |
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| She always has a thoughtful approach to working stock |
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| Ash in the driver's seat moving the herd out from the trees to the slough for a drink |
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| The Lulu B's quenching their thirst |
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| This seems to be Ash's lookout post for the day |
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| Our hardy and full-bodied gals are making themselves at home |
This is our county's plane that flies over the rural areas checking for forest fires. The pilot usually does a little air show when I happen to be outside and wave.
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| "Hey Boss, the plane, the plane!" |
