I asked her if she had witnessed the bull breeding the cow. She had not. I explained to her that the cow would come in heat every three weeks if she wasn't bred. I explained that she would know the cow was in heat because the bull would follow her like a shadow for about twenty-four hours, mounting her again and again and serving her as often as his strength would allow.
She had seen no such hanky-panky. I also told her she could call a vet and get the cow pregnancy checked; she wanted to know how much it would cost.
By the time the discussion was over, I was wishing I had never gotten involved.
As I was telling Cliff about this ignorant person (I think I used the word "idiot"), I realized that the only reason wasn't that stupid in the beginning is that I learned about cows from my parents.
|Cliff's youngest sister on Suzie.|
When Cliff and I were first married we moved to the country and I wanted chickens. Again, Mother told me the basics, although I had picked up a lot of chicken knowledge from her as a child. By the time I was twelve, I knew how to break up a settin' hen and how (and where) to put a pinch of insecticide dust on the hen for lice and to put Vaseline on a hen's legs for whatever parasite it was that made their legs ugly and rough.
Mother told me the basics of gardening and canning and preserving. Daddy showed us all his gardening tricks.
So I really have no right to look down my nose at ignorance.
If it hadn't been for my parents, I'd have been an idiot too.