...or is it Heifers Out, Bulls In?
After close to two weeks of illness starting with a head cold brought home from school by Sal and culminating in second stage mycoplasmal pneumonia or possibly acute bronchitis (self-diagnosis ... thankyou Dr Google), I have re-entered the work force in the past couple of days. In the words of my spiritual advisor, I could make the choice to continue to mope in self-pity, or step up and soldier on. I know. I'm very lucky. My own Dalai Lama in the form of my husband.
With a truck-load of odds and ends destined for Bottle Tree tomorrow, I set about gathering some extras to make up the load.
Bulls would normally have come out of these heifers a month ago, but due to the late start to our season, and the fact that we'd kept these girls empty to transfer embryos into them earlier in the year, they were given an extra month of opportunity to conceive.
The seven young bulls who have been doing their duty were removed today, six Brahman bulls destined for sale later in the year, one Brangus bull heading to the Bottle Tree bull paddock, his services required again later in the year.
These pesky girls decided on the nature-route today. The road situated some fifty metres to the left of these heifers only walked on as we crossed it. The zig-zag nature of our trip home making me wish I'd left the camera behind and instead brought a couple of dogs.
This afternoon's bull-removal from the stud heifers made so much easier by the presence of my youngest assistant.
Tomorrow will see me and the old Acco working in perfect harmony.
No harm in hoping for the best. Soldiering on. No moping.