Wooly Bully

If, upon reading the title of this post, you conjured up images of Alvin, Simon and Theodore being tied to a burning stake by the Natives, I bid you congratulations... you're a child of the late 80's.  (1987 to be exact, thanks to the wonderful world of Wikipedia for that tidbit of information.)

And you're welcome for getting that song now stuck in your head!  ;-)

Anyway, none of that has anything to do with this post.  THIS  post has to do with getting a new bull.  Since we are in the calving business, having bulls run in with our cows is pretty much a necessity.  Otherwise, we'd be in the calf-less cows business, which wouldn't be very profitable for anything or anyone!  We have multiple bulls that are carefully rotated between herds, with records being kept as to which heifers have been sired by which bull.  Since we replenish our own herd with our own heifers, we have to make sure that the heifers aren't put back in with the bull that is their father so that we can keep our genetics strong and pure.  Every once in a while, two or three years or so, we have to purchase a new bull to put in rotation with the herd once there are enough new heifers that there is no longer a genetic-friendly option.  Make sense?

It's simple middle school biology, really. 

On the morning that Josh was to go choose and bring home the new bull, we were given the chance to ride along.  We don't get too many road trips with Daddy, so when we do get the chance, there is never a hesitance to say yes... even if it's a tight fit with all four of us in the truck!  It's worth it.  What says "family quality time" more than squeezing into a farm truck for a road trip?

Loading up!

Buckled in and on our way!  It appears as though Caleb isn't too impressed.

Talking bull with the owner.

 

Looks like Caleb and Sarah were discussing which one was best, too!

Loading him up!  That's well over 1000 pounds of pure Angus there!

Peek-a-boo!

 

Home at last!  We left him in the barn for a while to cool off, get water and wait for the heifers to come near so he'd have some company when we ran him out to pasture and so the ladies could show him around.

The End.