No bull – this was my day!

Roll out of bed, open the shade to stretch and greet the early morning.  Stop mid stretch while my eyes readjust to verify two tons of Black Angus bull staring back at me.  With only tender vegetable plants on my mind, I rush out bare feet and pajamas to move the three bulls away from the garden.  I stop short in front of them, next to the chickens; if I didn’t know that bulls were vegetarian, I would think that they were pondering a few tasty hens.  As I stand firm, challenging them, they simply stare back at me.  How do I move two tons of bull?  More importantly, how do I move them in the direction that I want them to go and without them challenging me.  I grab an old tobacco stick that we use to mark rows in the garden, and I hope that they don’t feel the need to make me use this because it will easily break and it will mean that I am way too close since it is only a couple of feet long.  I convince them to move on to an acceptable place in the yard where they can graze as I call in reinforcements to drive them back where they belong.

The bulls apparently enjoyed a very early morning romp through all my gardens, both flower gardens and most disappointingly the vegetable garden as well.  One bull is close to a ton and the other two are well over 1000 pounds, you can imagine the damage they can do wherever they walk, which was down a row of beets and through the onions with other steps just grazing the sides of the vegetable gardens and not too much damage in the flower beds, amazingly, since they tromped right through the middle of both of them.  All in all, I was lucky compared to what it could have been, but I did mourn those lovely tender beets.

Ironically, we were discussing a garden fence the previous night because of cute little bunnies who love the peas so much that they have eaten all of them.  You will have to take the bunnies word for it that they were oh so tender and sweet!  They seem to enjoy nibbling on broccoli as well so we added another row cover until we get up a fence.  The fence we need to keep out bunnies and groundhogs and raccoons isn’t necessarily going to keep out two tons of determined bull, but you do what you can and go with it.  And no fence is going to keep out the moles and voles.

Later in the day, while weeding the garden I hear a lot of snorting and huffing coming from the bull pasture next to our driveway.  As I walk over the hill to gain a better view, I see two of the new, younger bulls making a ruckus, and I see our neighbors cows gathering along the edge of their fence.  Uh oh…I start down the hill with the plan to drive the bulls away from the fence and hope they will cool off in their lustfulness, but that was one wild and determined bull.  He jumped the fence!  And with one quick “hrrumph” look in my direction, took off toward the promised land.

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6 responses to “No bull – this was my day!

  1. Wow Terri, Only you would have the guts to run out TOWARD the bulls instead of away from them! :o) I would have been the chicken who stayed behind the walls of my house and called someone else to shew the bulls from their stollen breakfast! I have to say, in my mind’s eye, it truly was a very intertaining sight! :o) Farming is not for sissys!

    Love Ya!
    Deborah :o)

  2. I laughed and laughed! You have a well-developed ability to tell a story effectively. Your lighthearted attitude toward the damage, your determination to correct the situation, and your willingness to share the adventure with us combine to reveal your wonderful spirit.

  3. Sheila Valenti

    I thought I was the only one trying to keep bunnies out of the garden. Reading your bull story makes me feel a little less aggravated at the bunnies!

  4. You started my day with a laugh — thanks for sharing! My place goes on the market in about a week.

    Carol

    • Carol,

      Glad to give you a laugh…a sense of humor is a wonderful thing! Sorry to hear you are leaving Sandy Mush; I hope we get another great neighbor for the community. Thanks for your conservation work!

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