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Monday, May 05 2014


I want him gone, Gone, G-O-N-E, GONE! Paisley's idiot bull calf launched an unprovoked attack on my baby goats
yesterday. Their Big White Dog immediately launched a counter attack to chase him away from them and that sorry bastard kicked my Livestock Guardian Dog smack in the head! There was much screaming and shouting. (that was me!) The bull abandoned his attack on the goats.  

From my angle she took a direct hit to the side of the head. I checked her for broken teeth but she seemed okay. I'm sure at the very least she has a concussion since she took a heck of a smack.

After checking Briar out I informed Other Half that I wanted that bull GONE! G-O-N-E! GONE!

To the sale barn or to the butcher. I don't care which.

I promised Briar that if he went to the butcher I would let her eat hamburger, or his heart, I don't care which.

 "Heart, please!"


Unlike the Border Collies who live to have confrontations with cattle, Briar was quite shaken by her blow to the head. I noted that she was pretty leery of the cattle last night, so instead of leaving her on patrol, I locked her in the pen with the babies. Unfortunately this left my sheep unprotected, thus tonight the calves will have to stay in the arena so Briar can patrol the farm all night.

Since I posted this rage on Facebook, a friend pointed out that Briar was entitled to a Dairy Queen Dip Cone. Ah HA!  Good point! So she is. But since Briar is terrified to leave the farm, she got Ben & Jerry's this afternoon instead.

Someone needs to teach Briar how to eat an Ice Cream Paycheck because if she didn't have a headache before, she certainly had a brain freeze after she gobbled down that ice cream.

  "Oooh, I'm kinda woozy."

Full Disclosure: the bull in the photo is not Paisley's calf, Fireplug, but simply one of the other bull calves that I had a close-up picture of. I don't have any close-up pictures of Fireplug. And now the only picture I want of that little bastard is one of him leaving in a cattle trailer. Or maybe a steak on my plate. . .

Posted by: forensicfarmgirl AT 04:23 pm   |  Permalink   |  5 Comments  |  Email
Comments:
No room on the farm for that bull!
Posted by clairesmum on 05/05/2014 - 04:42 PM
Fireplug needs a trip to freezer camp. Too many good animals out there to have to deal with a nasty one!!!!
Posted by Diane I. on 05/05/2014 - 05:01 PM
Isn't Paisley a nut job herself? I know it's easy for me to say, but maybe she needs to be gone too. I hope you don't have any of her daughters.
Posted by Peg H. in Wisconsin on 05/06/2014 - 01:40 AM
Actually quite surprised you didn't take Fireplug out, right then and there. Probably a good thing you didn't have a gun on you (or maybe you did and practiced restraint).
Posted by CeeCee on 05/07/2014 - 08:40 AM
Yes, Paisley is the troublesome cow that I've been trying to send to the sale barn since he bought her. He sees a good beef cow. I see trouble. In my opinion they BOTH need to go to the sale barn.
Posted by forensicfarmgirl on 05/07/2014 - 10:01 AM

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