I came in and strained the milk. Cliff woke up, and I told him Jody was in heat. I mentioned my options: 1. Call the A.I. man 2. Take Jody to his brother's Hereford bull 3. Take her to the bull owned by the folks from whom I purchased Bonnie. Option #3 wasn't a very good option because of the time and miles involved.
I called the A.I. man, who said his day was already planned because of Mothers Day commitments. I fully understood that. I also realize the guy really hates to travel someplace to breed just one cow; he's never said it, but I can tell.
Next plan was to take Jody to the brother-in-law's bull. Cliff called Phil.
His bull is away for the summer.
About this time, Cliff said, "What can I do to make Mothers Day special for you?"
"I'd like my heifer bred," I answered.
"Well," he replied, "I'll try, but I don't think it will work."
Don't you just want to slap a smart-aleck man?
Then he asked if I had any suggestions on how to get that job done. I told him Jennifer had offered the use of their bull several times.
I called her, and she said to bring Jody on over.
We traveled twenty-five miles south to get Phil's livestock trailer, came back home and loaded Jody, and headed sixty miles north toward our destination. I led her out of the trailer and turned her loose in the pasture where there was no sign of a bull. She gave a long, lusty "Mooooo", and in the distance Garth-the-Jersey-bull appeared saying, "You called?"
This is Garth.
Let me just say that romance bloomed today. If Jody isn't pregnant, we can't blame Garth; he gave his all. Three times. We did sweat a little, getting Jody away from him. If he hadn't been just a wee bit tired from all his efforts, we probably wouldn't have been able to pry them apart.
So at some point around February 19, I will get my Mothers Day gift. It may be a bull calf. I can live with that, but I'd really like a heifer.
We spent most of the day on the road, but it was worth it.