I do not want to have a milk cow with horns. Having read many of your comments, I know I’m not alone in this concern. A milk cow is handled quite closely. There is no more intimate relationship with a cow than the one you have with a milk cow. It’s important to feel safe around them. They are BIG.
Once I was talked out of trying the dehorning paste, the next step was to call our friends Pete and Missy. I know they have a disbudding iron. Missy came over yesterday with the iron. We got Glory Bee into the head lock on the milk stand, which turned out to be useless as she is too small for it to work. Oh well. We stayed in that spot anyway. (Since I’d already dragged–encouraged–Glory Bee there.)
Missy took her head. 52 took the iron. I straddled Glory Bee. We thought about riding into the sunset, me and Glory Bee. We’d go crazy. We’d have no money. Nothing. We’d go wherever we wanted. See the world, collecting stamps on our passports. We’d visit cows in other countries! Until she’d remember that mommy was back in the holler and then we’d have to go home so there was really no point.
Once I got on top of her, she sat down. She sat kinda sideways, so she sat on my leg. Since she weighs approximately 10,000 pounds, my leg was stuck for a few minutes. That was fun.
(There are no photos of all this activity because all the people involved were involved in the activity.)
But in the end–
She was disbudded.
This, by the way, smells really bad. (The burning smell.) And yes, you feel bad when you’re doing anything like this with animals. You put your farmer hat on and do what needs done. I was surprised that she didn’t start bawling. She didn’t make a sound.
I got her some mommy time right quick.
And that made it all better.
I figure this is going to be a temporary setback in our relationship. And we were just starting to become friends!
And this is kind of weird, but– I liked sitting on a calf. I felt very farmerish. Or rancherish. Like I was wrangling. I think–
I think I want to be a cowboy now!