It had to come, the animals all needed to be worked and sorted but it is always a painful task. Making matters worse is the fact that we decided to work the sheep and the cows in the same day and to complicate it even further the barn lot flood damage has not been repaired. Annmarie went down stream with Mouse to push the cows up to the house. They were doing great, one of the cows then the herd tried to bolt around and Mouse headed them off and got them turned around. Five minutes later one of the cows decided she was a greyhound and took off, Mouse was unable to get ahead of her, he was able to catch up to her but ran alongside her and could not get her to turn. This caused all of the cows to break and Slim and I and Zeke had to go down to the school house to help bring the cows back up. This event seemed to crush Mouse’s ego and he then became a terror towards the cows and would not listen. He was determined to get a few licks and bites in before we quit working the cattle. Despite a couple of warnings he persisted in ignoring us until it was pointed out to him that he was not the boss by me. He kept ignoring Annmarie, which is unusual as he prefers to work for her and not me. It took us an hour to get the cows up into the corral. The bull and boys were just on the other side of the gate. We needed to pour insecticide over the cows and to tag and band Cupid who is another boy. The really screwy part is that we thought there were two calves that needed to be addressed. Nope, one of the calves managed to rip its ear tag out. I had to grab its ear and find the hole to make sure. We sorted the cows and took our original green tag cow and three more heifers off of the main herd then let the bull, the steers and our little bull in with the the rest of the cows. The little bull is only six months old and the cows are in heat so by the time he is ready to breed them they will all be pregnant. We are going to eat him this winter. Cupid doesn’t have the true white heart on his forehead like Valentine does. I took more pictures of Valentine while he was in the corral.
I am going to have to work on the corral next year. When I built it I had talked about installing thread all bars between the railroad ties in the chute. I decided that it would stop me from walking down the corral on top which I like to do. The cows have spread the chute far enough apart that my two internal gates are no longer latching and we had to chain the chute exit to stop them from pushing out. I may just use cable and bolts with an inline tightener and some thread locking compound so it doesn’t come loose easily. I will shrink the chute back up another three inches. I won’t lay boards over the chute as it would form a tunnel that would cause the animals some consternation. The four separated cows will go up onto the Upper Prime field. They have lots of food and fresh water. This will get them two fences away from the bull. The old cow will just become hamburger and stew meat. Annmarie and Donna have both been victims of this attacking cow and they will be very happy when she is gone.
Slim was helping us with the cows and then the sheep. The sheep were a lot harder. First, we did not know how many we had, I assumed we had about 105 and Annmarie thought we had 120, in reality we had 112. Getting to the number 112, that took us sorting the sheep five different times and four people counting. On the plus side, both Annmarie and I had the count right the first time but Slim and Mr Professional had different numbers so we kept counting until the numbers stabilized and matched. It’s hard to sell what you cannot quantify. I realize this sounds easy but we spent almost two and a half hours sorting sheep. We thinned the herd again hard this year. It was time to do another heavy cull, we do this about every 5-7 years. The first time we sorted off breeding ewes we had 48! Our ram has a hurt foot and is kinda fat, he needs fewer females so we sorted ewes until we had 34 ewes and 1 ram. This herd went into the upper prime pasture with the cull heifer cows. We have 77 sheep to sell, 28 of them are cull ewes and we are keeping 9 lambs for us and for local customers. We will put them into the orchard after I finish getting the hay put up. The rest of the cows went down into the lower bottom, winter feed field. It has peas growing in it but the thistles and cheat grass are still present in significant quantity. It will not be hay this year but the peas are good for the soil and good for the cows so it is a win regardless.
Slim and I then went onto fixing creek crossings to keep the sheep in their allotted space. Mr Professional went to go bale the hay in the orchard while the Future NASCAR driver worked on getting lawn beat down with a weed eater. It is out of control and our mower needs more work. The flooding caused some severe erosion in Stewart creek. The picture on the right shows the ripples in the stream bed, every one of those ripple edges is part of a volcanic solid rock shelf, those were not visible prior to the flooding. It just tore the earth away until it hit something solid. We tried to move the stump out of the creek but its too heavy. We cut branches off and once the creek dries out I will get in there with the chain saw and cut it up. We needed the branches moved so we could drop the panels back down into the creek. A new cable was installed across the top of the fence from rock crib to rock crib.
We then went down and tore out the panels and fencing from down by the Mother-in-law’s house. I built a new fence alongside the spring in the orchard so this small fifty foot section was no longer needed. We took down all the fence and salvaged the panels crossing the spring to use down below at the creek crossing. The stream widened the bank by at least four feet down by our other crossing so we needed a couple more panels to bridge the gap. I have also started to install my horse shoe latches at the gates. Once we had that done it was time to call it quits as it was almost 1700.
Slim beat me to the house as Annmarie, I and Mr Professional were discussing a weed and trying to determine what it was so she called it quitting time and headed out. She did send me a text but I had her take a picture of the lower creek crossing as my phone was dead. LOL. The plan is for her to come out and help shear alpaca next week. .