Gotta laugh

Jeff has a couple of cows to dry off and needed help moving them to the dry cow end of the barn. They are due to be dried off and he's got two more springing, so it's time to get them dried off. One of the cows while wandering around loose, found her way into the front of the cows and bailed out the door on the end of the barn. She got into the dry cow pasture and takes off as cows do with her tail in the air, kicking her heels up and sunfishing just as fast as she can go. She goes about a hundred yards, swaps ends and comes boiling back at full throttle. She stops about 30 feet short of the gate and gives me that "come and get me" look. Jeff was walking around behind her and she noticed him coming. So she just walks into the barn and right into the stall, stands there with a "okay, that was fun, now let's eat" look. The two of us were laughing so hard we could barely walk. It really is amazing what 40 years of selective breeding and culling has done for the disposition of dairy cattle. Although I understand that in some of these automated operations that cows have so little human contact that they are reverting to their wild ways.

We have a stanchion barn dairy barn, sometime people visit & tell us Hey this cow's chain isn't locked!!

We reply, she knows it & she will go back out when she's heard enough of our BS'n. They seem to know when
they cross the line & need to straighten up....

When I was a kid we used to haul cattle to the slaughter house.
Seemed like the Holstein steers were crazy and could leap most gates ?

I wish these beef cows were that accommodating. I took some culls to the sale barn yesterday,but there was one other one here that needed to go and I couldn't catch her or even get her calf away from her. Just before dark yesterday,she and the calf walked up in to the corral and I got'em. So,I had to make a trip in the other direction this morning to take her to a different sale barn.
When I got there I didn't even see her in the trailer. She had laid down. I got in with her and she jumped right up,but we couldn't get her down the alley for love nor money. She just wanted to stand there and look out through the gate. I've had about enough of handling cattle to last me for a week or two I think.

I remember years ago my Dad and I hauled a Herford bull into the slaughter house for my uncle. IIRC this was the tame one from the feed lot you could even sit on his head as he ate from the trough. We got him out of the trailer and into the entrance way and there he stopped. We tried everything to get him moving with no go ! Glad there was not a peta back in those days !
The rest I don't remember so well. I can't remember if we got him in or just gave up and if the entrance had a gate left him there ?
My uncle had a meat market and also raised his own cattle and hogs. So when growing up I rode along on a lot of cattle round ups at farms all over his local area.

I had the vet out and he came at milking time as he walked in I was facing him and he looked quick and said you got a cow backing up and going out the door and she still got the milker on ! I didn't normally tie the cows up they usually stayed until milked then left but this one apparently didn't like the vet and I can still remember her walking out the door the surge bucket swinging back and forth thanks for the memories

And those darn Surge straps didn't show up worth a hoot on a black cow--many was the time we had to look for one after the last cow you milked walked out with it on! Usually they'd fall off pretty quickly, but had one time where the cow came back in the next morning still wearing it.