The little white calf, Lucky, was born on May 9th. I decided to sort out the cattle photos in my file which included him for a blog post of happy bovines, at home in the south field pasture:
His father was half Charolais and half Blank Angus. His mother, of course, was purebred Red Poll. Lucky is all white, just like his father. He also seems to exhibit his father's gentle nature:
We've lived through a heat wave and drought this summer, both of them the worst I've seen since I've been here. The herd knew where to take shelter, and this Box Elder tree is probably their favorite place to do so:
The whole herd watches out for Lucky and I wouldn't want to be a stranger who threatened him. I think the cows would defend him:
Loafing with his aunt Jasmine:
Grazing with the herd. Which one of these is different?
Hey, are you lookin' at ME?
Lucky comes into the barn most mornings with the cows and usually goes into a small pen for a bowl of grain. When it's time to sell him, I plan to close the door to the pen so I can trap him inside the barn. It worked with Rocket:
But for now, life is good - a leisurely mix of grazing, cud chewing and sleeping:
The herd includes the two miniature horses. Much of the time they move as a unit:
There are two more Box Elders on the east side of the barn which provide shade and a place to scratch an itch:
When the flies are numerous, the herd often moves in a tightly packed group. I theorize that they are rubbing the flies off on each other:
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