I thought it would be fun to share a little bit of my life with you. Hubby and I are raising American Bucking Bulls (ABBI). Even though the name has bulls in it, it includes cows, calves, bulls, and steers. It is the second biggest cattle registry in the United States right behind Holestien (the black and white milk cows). ABBI cattle compete at events as 1, 2, 3, and 4 year olds with them being divided into age groups. Then, they become rodeo bulls or go to the Professional Bull Riders events. Their job is too buck off riders in less than eight seconds.
Needless to say, these cows are super athletic. In our first year owning them, we underestimated how high they could jump. Hubby built a corral, alleyway, and chute so that we could give them vaccines, deworm them, and put fly spray on them. The fence around the corral was planned to be six feet tall, but it was only at 5 feet because he ran out of supplies. We had the weekend off and it wasn't going to rain, so we decided that it shouldn't be a big deal to run them into the corral.
Boy were we wrong! Well, we got them in fine. We had 2 black cows that led the way. But then there was Wiggins. She was a large white cow with small black spots. She had long sweeping horns and fire the blew from her nostrils. (The white cow in Falling for My Cowboy was modeled after her.) She had a 3 month old calf by her side that trotting into the pen after her.
I closed the gate behind them as Hubby started them towards the chute. Wiggins took one look at him, eyed the far wall of the corral, and snorted. He took a step towards her to turn her. Her head came up, her eyes blazed, and she took off at strong trot passed him. She took three strides before launching herself into the air with the grace of a deer. She folded her front legs up close, sailing over the fence to land in our yard. Then, she trotted down our driveway, away from the herd.
We did get her back into the pasture, but we didn't try to get her into the corral until it was over 6 feet tall.
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