…who don’t read this blog anyway.
A couple of days ago, actually, the day we were collecting the Ten Tons of Hay, my dad separated the cows from their calves. They needed to be weaned because all the cows are pregnant again and it’s just time anyway. Also there’s a bull running with the cows and as his two daughters get a bit older, well, it’s good to prevent inbreeding.
They were all mooing and mooing and mooing that evening while we were picking up the hay. And they didn’t stop when we quit for the night. I fell asleep listening to them moo. I woke up around 2, 3, and 4 am to the sound of mooing. They aren’t like mellow normal moos either. It sounds like we are torturing them.
I shot some video a couple days BEFORE we separated them when they were all worked up about something, but you’d have to quadruple this to get a sense of what we (and our poor neighbors) were subjected to on Tuesday night.
Sorry neighbors. Really. I am.
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