Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Unfortunately, back in the sixties and seventies, big became better. Cliff was a butcher at the time, and he saw the carcasses he had to move from rail to rail almost double in size. So Angus bulls are no safer to breed to a little Jersey than any other breed.
Bonnie has been the perfect cow for me, and when something seems "too perfect", I tend to wonder how it could possibly last. So I worry: I worry about hardware disease, mastitis, milk fever, and calving problems. In the past, I've lost cows to all these things. Oh, mastitis normally won't kill them, but the other things do.
I intend to milk Bonnie for a couple more weeks and then dry her up so she can put all her energy into the calf that is developing inside her. This means that Sir Loin's days are numbered; he will be going to the butcher shop up the road. The timing is pretty good, since our last beef (his name was Meat Loaf) has been mostly consumed.
Sir Loin has been a pleasure to have around, playful and funny. He's been able to take care of his mom's milk almost from birth, so I haven't had to milk Bonnie if I didn't want to. It's been a great relationship.
I really would like one more cow as a companion for Bonnie. I don't want one that has to be milked, but I'd like one that's as tame as she is. If she were to have a heifer calf this time, that would be perfect. Here's hoping. Otherwise I'll have to go in search of that elusive heifer, one that doesn't cost over $300. Heifers priced that low are hard to find.