tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584393706491130969.post2723291071890770856..comments2023-11-30T09:48:20.006-05:00Comments on Letters from a Farmer in Ohio: Keep an Eye on the Bull at All TimesA Farmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11536475234970506497noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584393706491130969.post-1528327225931637462014-01-09T19:24:31.000-05:002014-01-09T19:24:31.000-05:00I wondered about that, but didn't worry too mu...I wondered about that, but didn't worry too much about it. Not too many people can name three breeds of cattle. The bull that came after me was a Hereford, though. My Angus bull that preceded him was extremely laid back.A Farmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11536475234970506497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584393706491130969.post-55645896428327562832014-01-09T01:26:18.833-05:002014-01-09T01:26:18.833-05:00Sorry, I wrote herefords when I meant to write Hol...Sorry, I wrote herefords when I meant to write Holstiens. I have never known anyone who milked Herefords although I suppose it is theoretically possible.Jonathan Larsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05217670446743983955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584393706491130969.post-18562121338341039742014-01-08T19:18:46.765-05:002014-01-08T19:18:46.765-05:00Good story. I had a surprise calf born on a cold ...Good story. I had a surprise calf born on a cold January evening who lost her tail and the tips of her ears to frostbite. She got named Shrek. She had a couple calves for me, but she wasn't very good at accepting her calves after birth, so she got sent away to Bovine University.A Farmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11536475234970506497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584393706491130969.post-14717884937365064762014-01-08T01:58:01.358-05:002014-01-08T01:58:01.358-05:00Be careful! Bulls are nasty creatures.
Had a roo...Be careful! Bulls are nasty creatures.<br /><br />Had a roommate in college who grew up on a dairy farm. His dad got the bright idea that his Herefords could stand the services of an Angus bull. The bull was a magnificent creature. His offspring would make great steaks. Anyway, I visited the farm and because I thought the bull was a little dim, I started calling him Spiro after Nixon's VP. The name stuck—much to my amusement.<br /><br />About a year later, I asked how the Spiro experiment had worked. I was informed that Spiro was good to look at but wasn't much of a bull. His legs were too short for his massive chest so had trouble mounting those big boney cows. So what happened? I asked. Spiro was set off to become Burger King Whoppers. For some reason, this pleased me a lot!Jonathan Larsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05217670446743983955noreply@blogger.com