He hung out with the herd in the early morning light and waited for me to call them into the barn for grain each morning:
Rocket and his young white friend, Lucky, went nearly everywhere together:
He slept in the pasture next to two of his aunties:
Oops. This is why one shouldn't stand too close to the back end of a cow:
His poopy side mostly cleaned off, he stopped for some mineral supplement with Lucky, his little buddy:
Then the day came when I locked him in the barn, awaiting pick up. He had never been alone before and worked hard to find a way out. I kept returning to the barn to check on him and add boards to his escape routes. This time he'd gotten himself wedged in a crawl space. Luckily, there was a gate there so I could easily get him out:
Then a man and his son from Cape Vincent, NY came to pick him up:
They have a beef farm and travel to this area sometimes because there is a meat packing plant here. They sell summer sausage, beef jerky, etc. Rocket will be their new herd sire. They said he was an escape artist there too - until they put him in with another yearling. He just wanted company:
I
thought he was already weaned, but Scarlett, his mom, worried about him
for two days. After that, she relaxed and her milk flow slowed
down. The last I heard, Rocket was doing well in his new home:
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