Behind the scenes

I recently told a Facebook friend that Cliff is "clueless" about raising the cattle.  That wasn't really all THAT true; he knows lots of things about cows.  It's the bobby-calf-raising that he has always left to me, as far as making the decisions of when to wean them, when they might need some extra-strong pills for illness, and so forth.  However, when it's time to rubber-band-castrate a bull calf or put dehorning paste on a lively heifer, guess who does the dirty work?  Yep, good old Cliff.

He is also a master at adding a temporary make-shift pen wherever I need one, too, using rusty old cattle panels we've had around for at least thirty years, bent and hard to handle as they are.  We've had pens in various spots around both the front yard and the back one.  Today, once again, Cliff came through.

Since Henry has that nasty underbite that tears up my cow's udder, he is going to be early-weaned in a couple of weeks, which means he needs to be out of the pen the other two will be living (and nursing the cow) in.  

Maybe I don't always give Cliff enough credit.