we finaly got that resolved and on april fools my sister ran up the stairs early one morning yelling, dad dad the cows are out, my dad without looking outside ran down stairs put on his jeans and boots and about to run out the door and my sister yelled APRIL FOOLS , i was like sis you are an ass for that lol

did you ever have to help with the birthing...I mean with rope around your wrist, a hand winch , block and tackle etc?

yes omg

up to my friggen shoulders!

tho our cows were naturally tall and large, at times the breeder bull stock would produce a unusually large calf that would get stuck and we had to do the rope and pull and it is tricky to not pull to hard where it dislocates joints of the calf nor prolapse the cow's uterus

my dad would keep this in mind when picking out breeder bull stock from our vet, to not get a bull to large where the calf would be too large for the cow to birth

right, and the hooves don't tear the uterus.

yes

all the above stuff yes

then the medicinal stuff you put in a cup to dip the umbelical cord area on the calf so it doesn't get infected

looping that rope around the snoot or hooves was tricky while your face in in there ass.

😂 👌

yes and the cow is in deep distress mooing and crying lol i felt so bad

i was like hang on sweety it will be over in a flash , omg i would get so emotional lol i was crying with the cow

oh and since and i todl you since the cattle were 1/12 hereford , some of the calves still had horns in their DNA , my dad was trying to breed that out of them so they would not injure each other and the pain they suffered when dehorning the calves, but when we had to dehorn a few omg it was hell

we had to dehorn them when they were under a few weeks old or they would have to be rounded up and put in a holder and they are bigger and stronger and more dangerous,

I didn't have the emotional influence ...focus...these cattle are strong beasts and although I loved them they were way more brutal then me. One time I was up past my elbow and the heifer keeled over...taking me with. cousins only laughed.

then we had to use a medicine that would clot the blood on the surface so they would not get infections nor bleed to death, ugh it was a painful job on both ends for both us and the calves, and we had to do it before they were weaned because if the scab is still weak it can rupture from the calves crying and in distress being weaned and cause them to bleed to death

I never dehornd.....my uncle used weights to turn them down.

yikes @Groot

well that is another thing , my dad would always research for the temperment of the bull and cow stock

he wanted mainly tame tempered cattle to avoid all that wild mess

the moment one of the offspring would be on the wild side and stir trouble in the heard , he would immediately call the butcher shop to pick that one up lol

it is too risky to have ill tempered cattle in the heard, they will kill you the moment your back is turned

fortunately i never had any ill tempered encouters with the cattle, there was one troubled calf i was attempting to break in for 4-H , it attacked my dad , we sent it off to the market

I was never involved in the culling selection for slaughter or breeding. I never got to do the insemination or anything like that. Transport trucks in and out was never a duty I was asked to be involved in so rarely new other than tags which cattle were someone else or my uncles.

i would sit on the fence as young as age 5 and cows would walk up to me and lick the bottoms of my feet lol

it was hilarious to see cows chase our family dog around , she loved it, but it was hilarious

but omg when she would delve into cow pies , gag lol

ah you had to tag their ears, yes that is a job

we did that for a few years but over time we really didn't have to , we were not near other cattle farms

dogs were forbidden around the breeder bulls pastures....it would infuriate uncle and cousins....bulls were mean enough w/o being antagonized..even for grins.

when we did not have a breeder bull in the heard, my dad would round up the cows and put them in the shoot and glue on patches on the tip of their hind quarters , when dominate cows would mount other cows in season, the patch would change to the color red and that is when my dad would call the vet over

but when they were in the fields..all bets were off.

hahahaha

never pick on the barnyard bull lol

when i was a stupid child lol i was told that bulls and cows know when you are making fun of them and picking on them, so i would stand on the safe side of the fence thinking by making silly faces at them and saying nanny nanny boo boo, they would charge at me, they just stared at me like what is she doing lol?

in school my cousins would tell me or one of my siblings ...so and so is gone ...got stepped on...🤔

omg lol

i mean that is not funny but wow lol

I pretty much respected by uncles rules ...i have other siblings that were not so respectfull or didn;t follow safety instructions....they never understood why they didn't get to work on the farm......One chance was all you got.