I think I may have stumbled onto the origins of the term "bull headed". I have a small pasture that is adjacent to a piece of land that is not in use, at this time. I have future plans to fence this piece of property off, but haven't found the time to do it. I did have the fore-thought to put a gate on that side for easy access, whenever I get around to fencing.
I decided that since we have had our typical dry spell for a few weeks now, I need to move. I still don't really have the time to fence it off, but, I can take the reel and poly wire out there and fence off a bit of it, temporarily. So, I did. This is where the old phrase comes into play.
With a coffee can of goodies in hand, I opened the gate and started shaking the can. Mr. bull came to the gate and stopped cold. I shook the can harder. He nosed out a bit, then backed off. I rattled the can with a goal of noise. He stuck his whole head out, then backed off. I rattled the can, got his attention and as he started to move out, I dumped the contents in the grass, thinking he would go sniff it out. Nope, he backed off. I then stepped further out and shook the can to get him to follow. He just stood there.
I am not about to go behind a bull and smack his butt to get him to move, t'aint happenin'. I have a broken off maul handle that I carry when I am working with him (just in case). I thought about whacking him over the head, but that would be just plain stupid.
So, I left the gate open and walked my way back around the pasture to go milk the cow. Guess what he did? He left from in front of the gate and followed me all the way around to the other side (putz!)
While I was milking, he stood at the gate opposite the barn and bellowed like a baby that just lost his blanky. He is so pathetic. There are times that I fear to be near him. But this day made me feel like he is nothing but a big sissy. I doubt that I will test that theory, however.
The gate is still open, but I bet he stays in his no-grass pen. I wonder if the grass on the other side is too tall? Could it be that these animals just don't like the grass up to their shoulders? If you know the answer to that, let me know, I'd love to hear it. Or, if you have any stories that are similar, please share it.
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I decided that since we have had our typical dry spell for a few weeks now, I need to move. I still don't really have the time to fence it off, but, I can take the reel and poly wire out there and fence off a bit of it, temporarily. So, I did. This is where the old phrase comes into play.
With a coffee can of goodies in hand, I opened the gate and started shaking the can. Mr. bull came to the gate and stopped cold. I shook the can harder. He nosed out a bit, then backed off. I rattled the can with a goal of noise. He stuck his whole head out, then backed off. I rattled the can, got his attention and as he started to move out, I dumped the contents in the grass, thinking he would go sniff it out. Nope, he backed off. I then stepped further out and shook the can to get him to follow. He just stood there.
I am not about to go behind a bull and smack his butt to get him to move, t'aint happenin'. I have a broken off maul handle that I carry when I am working with him (just in case). I thought about whacking him over the head, but that would be just plain stupid.
So, I left the gate open and walked my way back around the pasture to go milk the cow. Guess what he did? He left from in front of the gate and followed me all the way around to the other side (putz!)
While I was milking, he stood at the gate opposite the barn and bellowed like a baby that just lost his blanky. He is so pathetic. There are times that I fear to be near him. But this day made me feel like he is nothing but a big sissy. I doubt that I will test that theory, however.
The gate is still open, but I bet he stays in his no-grass pen. I wonder if the grass on the other side is too tall? Could it be that these animals just don't like the grass up to their shoulders? If you know the answer to that, let me know, I'd love to hear it. Or, if you have any stories that are similar, please share it.
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