Dexter Cattle – Joy, Laughter, and Heartbreak – Sweet Caroline (Part 1)
For those who have been following my articles, I have been documenting my experiences with Dexter cattle. I did what my Dad always said to do, which is when you don’t know where to start, start at the beginning.
This month’s article I thought it best to jump to present day. I wanted to tell the story of Sweet Caroline. There is nothing that embodies the title of my articles than her story.
Sweet Caroline is a yearling heifer out of my beloved cow, Willow. She is Willow’s first born and I tend towards names with “Sweet” in them for her calves. You have heard it a million times from cattle owners, but Sweet Caroline is literally the first cow/heifer to meet me when I enter the pasture.
She is the loudest heifer I have ever had. Every morning I come out of our stables (they are attached to our home) and yell, “Good morning everyone!” I also sing a little ditty that I made up. Just being open. I love my animals. Sweet Caroline, without fail, will moo/call loudly in response. I shake my head and smile when I hear it. Every day.
Our Yellowstone LLC is in the business of breeding and selling cattle. I am the type of owner that hates to see them go, but understands that it is a business. Sweet Caroline was put for sale and a deposit was received almost immediately. I was excited for her to be going to her new home. The buyer was a first time cattle owner and was also purchasing another heifer from a Dexter cattle owner in Iowa. The plan was to meet the new owner in Iowa, so that the new owner could pick up both heifers. The location of the farm in Iowa is roughly 6 hours away from my home in Illinois.
The date was picked and my wife and I loaded up Sweet Caroline early on a Wednesday morning. We used a strategy that we have used many times in the past. We put Sweet Caroline in a stable overnight. The trailer was backed up to the stable area and the door opened. Sweet Caroline had not been in a trailer in the past, was alone, and did get agitated. After some gentle prodding, she did get into the trailer, but did seem intent on getting out. She wasn’t kicking or hitting the sides of the trailer, but had the look of fear. The wide eyes are a dead giveaway.
Did I sense something? There is something there but I can’t quite put my finger on it. There is something off. I know my cattle. Admittedly, I hesitated for a moment, but made the decision to begin her journey. It is a decision that I would go back to over and over the next few days.
No matter how long the trip, I always have hay, grain and plenty of water in the trailer for the cattle. This case was no exception. I stopped every 2 hours and checked on her. At one point, Sweet Caroline, was laying down and appeared calm. This made me feel better.
I arrived almost simultaneously with the new owner at the farm in Iowa. I noted right away that my plans to back my trailer up to hers and allow Sweet Caroline to walk in would not work. Her trailer was not a stock trailer and it was much smaller than mine.
I won’t get into all of it, because frankly, it doesn’t matter at all, but a decision was made to put Sweet Caroline into a corral with the other heifer so that they both may be loaded later. It didn’t go well.
I backed my trailer up the corral door. I opened my trailer door and Sweet Caroline immediately exited. I closed the trailer door and walked to the truck to move the trailer up so the corral door was accessible.
Upon walking back to the the corral, Sweet Caroline was running around the corral looking for an exit. When she didn’t see one, she put her head under the lower railing on the corral wall, lifted up, and went under the corral. She was out.
“Is there a fence?”, I asked.
“No. There are no fences.”
I watched as one of my beloved cattle walked/ran, through wide open fields. You can’t imagine what was going through my mind. None of it was good. Heartache, fear, worry. Six hours from home, I lost my Sweet Caroline. For those who don’t know me, and for those who may not know me well, I will tell you this. I won’t give up. Ever.
Next month the story continues. Bring in the drone!
A little bit about the author. I own and operate a small farm called “Our Yellowstone LLC” in Illinois. I couldn’t do it alone, but will keep my wife’s name out of it to protect her innocence.
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