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i

 

It took three of us to pull her out

onto steel-float-finished concrete —

where her mother; BNNZ-0031U

fell from GXA339605 —

a little black Limousin heifer

later to be Christened

IE18576-0426.

Shortened to Patch.

 

Like my nephew Jamie

he’ll never know dial-up.

Imagine … I lived 27 years B.FB.

(Before Facebook.)

 

 

ii

 

If a cow calves down successfully —

that’s no guarantee you’ll end up with a cheque —

they’re moved to the postnatal paddock.

Almost the furthest field back,

gives junior a peak at the future fields

they’ll someday graze.

Provided they live long enough.

 

One year, the tour had entered the 3rd Hill Field

which has 8 gates, the cow knew which one.

I was only here to open and close the gates.

So she checked her mirrors

then indicated left. Migratory.

Junior, on-the-other-hand

didn’t quite know what to do

so floored it; head-on

into un-suspecting gate.

 

It was like in the cartoons,

something would fall on someone’s head,

they’d walk away like an accordion.

 

I nearly died laughing

5000 times funnier than castrating lambs

I swear to God.

 

 

iii

 

They came into my world and leave

from the shed

 

I like to think that there word for the shed,

when translated would mean pain —

between being de-horned; castrated;

belted with sticks; stobbed with needles

and yucky medicine rammed down their throats.

Then weaned: no more mommy from now on.

 

Let back out, having weathered their 1st winter.

Yearlings; grazing different field.

Their 2nd summer at grass — according to the book —

is where they’ll experience Compensatory Growth.

When the gate up to the Rock is closed,

that’s the end of the road for them.

We finish the cattle here.

Well used to gates by then.

 

That’s all it is really; a series of galvanised gates

opening and closing in conjunction

with a selected grazing rotation.

One cycle around 62.4 hectares.

 

 

iv

 

There’s only one reason

cows are moved in with the cattle —

well, yea there’s the other reason too,

but primarily —

to keep Romeo away from Juliet.

 

At this age, there elders are generally knackered,

probably mastitis in more than one ***

 

In the Beef Book in college,

cull cows are referred to as ‘canners’

as that’s where most of them end up —

in tins of dog food.

 

 

v

 

It was 17 years ago, Patch ran into that gate.

I’ve seen her go from bullied springer to bully.

She’s taking a trip with the cattle today.

 

I wonder did she know

that IE18576-0851 was hers

from last year. I like to think so.

And everyone of her offspring,

all lived to be killed.

Only space for that in my notebook.

 

Mart starts at 10, it’s 8.30am

waiting for Lynsky.

All my years loading cattle,

it’s never once been raining.

 

And calves in fields over

contently ****

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Sep 3, 2010
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Springer: a cows first calf.

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