You never know what your cattle will get into when you’re not around to watch them. Here’s a case in point from Mike Coachman, Brooksville Florida, as found on downhomelife.com:
Bad cow disease indeed. But is there a cure? Photo: Mike Coachman via downhomelife.com
“…..One evening I noticed a chair was missing. Our beef cattle keep the woods clear of underbrush, so it would be easy to find the chair with a brief search. I found it all right – about 500 feet away, broken in pieces. Our closest neighbours are about half a mile away, and strangers cannot pass through because of the high-voltage electric fence surrounding the property. So I was mystified as to how this happened. I thought the cows saw these chairs as four-legged critters and might knock them about, but would never be able to carry one 500 feet away.
I was wrong; “Jeannie” (named after Hurricane Jeannie that passed over the ranch when she was born) got caught with the evidence stuck around her neck when she came up to the corral for supper. Obviously another case of
“Bad Cow Disease.”….”
Read the whole story here on downhomelife.com.
And here’s a link to the website of Mike’s partner, Elizabeth — visual puns and more.
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July 14, 2009 at 11:16 am
Thank you for the note. We’re happy to share our bovines’ adventures. Jeannie has a sense of humor, but then again, high stepping Miss Ritz the Florida Cracker Cow and her calf Keebler were fun, too. Then there was poor Norman (named for the calf in the movie, “City Slickers”) who as a rescued dairy calf had misadventures that led to the loss of his tail. I answered inquiries about the cause of that loss with the simple statement that Norman became dirty so I took him the car wash and asked them to “detail” the calf. They misunderstood, and poor Norman lost his tail. We found a replacement in a retail outlet. We could go on, but in the interest of propriety we won’t.
Thank you for sharing the link to my website–a work in progress as you can tell. Someday I’ll even put prices on the prints and attempt to sell them.
All the best,
Elizabeth (and Mike) Coachman