Smokey-the-Bull was in the wrong pasture again. He was supposed to be in with the cows I wanted to be bred, but somehow he managed to find his way into the heifers' pasture; these were the girls I did not want to get pregnant, yet. Smokey is one of four bulls at Miles Smith Farm.
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“You may have to take the 4-H heifers home and wait for the proper paperwork to be completed,” said the veterinarian from Blackwater Veterinarian Services. “They are missing their rabies-shot certifications.” This was distressing because my Highland Rider 4-Hers had been preparing for the Hopkinton Fair for months. The children and their groomed cattle waited patiently while the adults worked on a solution.
“Your tattoos are the best we've seen all day,” said the inspecting vet. We had just unloaded our first group of cattle at the Hopkinton Fairgrounds on Thursday, the day before the Fair opened. Each animal showing at the fair must be inspected and have identification. Ear tags are acceptable, but the inspectors prefer tattoos. Not dragon or phoenix tattoos; these tattoos are numbers and letters imprinted in the bovine's ear and must match the required paperwork accompanying each animal.
Stash looked at me through his fringe of shaggy hair as I shouted, “Walk on!” He just stood staring at me with a puzzled look on his face. I was standing about 6 feet in front of him and using the voice commands I thought he'd learned. But he was not cooperating.
We had three hours to get the farmhouse apartment ready for our next guests. Husband Bruce volunteered to vacuum while I made the beds and took out the recycling. Farm chores were left undone, waited while we folded towels and scrubbed toilets. These were unwelcome but necessary chores that allow us to do what we love: Farm.