Taffy is an ususual name for a working ranch bull. That's what happens when you let a five year old name your animals. Kristin named Taffy. Yesterday I tricked him out in his new bright orange fly tags so he could impress the ladies. That red tag in his left ear is his number tag.
GlenMar ranch is a cow/calf operation. When the young ladies (heifers) come of age to be bred, you want their first calf to be relatively small. That's where Taffy comes in. His daddy was an itinerant Coriente and his momma was a "black baldy." As bulls go, he's on the small side, weighing in at about 1,400 pounds.
Yesterday four of us worked most of the herd. By the end of the day, only one of us had been kicked, and there were no broken bones, thank God!
Today's cleanup work consisted of moving seven "replacement heifers" to the bull pasture and bringing Taffy there to make their acquaintance. A good time was had by all. The heifers and the bull cooperated. "God's in his heaven; all's right with the world." (Who knows that reference from their school days?)
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