From what I could gather, the cattle loved winter. I didn’t get the impression that they were cold at all. I loved these Dexters.
I left the stable doors open so that they could come and go as they please. At times it seemed that they were playing musical chairs with the stables as one would enter and another would leave.
The cattle seemed peaceful and content. I couldn’t ask for anything better.
Then the rubbing began. My first thought is that they have an itch. Some would say I am very logical. Some would say I am not. But it was more than that. What began as an occasional rub against the stable door(s) morphed into a severe scratch party. It seemed as if all of the cattle were infected. Worse yet, the cattle seemed to be scratching their hides off!
Photos sent to our mentor. What is this? Yes. You have lice. Well, I didn’t, but our cattle did. How can the cattle have lice in winter? Apparently is it common. After telling me what medicine to buy at rural farm store, I was ready to end their misery.
Piece of cake. I am a cattle farmer. I can handle this. I touch and pet each one every day. The medicine was a pour on variety. How hard can it be?
It was easy! Walked right up to each of them, petted them and poured the medicine right on their back. I got this! Per the directions, I will have to give another dosage in a couple of days. I am such a seasoned pro. That will be no problem.
The itching seemed to be less. Seemed to be. It could have been my imagination or me wanting versus being, but it was time to apply again. I walked out into the turnout with a big smile, the medicine bottle and asked each by their name to come over and get their prize.
The reaction was just a bit different this time. They ran. All of them. The first one I approached, Bitsy, started and they all followed. A couple had, dare I say, some kicks and jumps that would have impressed bulls who star in rodeos. The cattle seemed to be having fun at my expense.
Willow, my hugger heifer, would be no problem. I went for it. Slow at first, I walked up to her with the bottle behind my back. She waited. She looked. I brought the bottle around to pull on her back and poured. Wide right and on my jeans. I didn’t have lice, but if I did, it would be gone now.
My wife questioning my supreme athletic ability was snickering in the cheap seats as I valiantly ran, jogged, skipped, and walked up to each cow and got as much product on as I could. An amazing display if I do say so myself.
The moral of the story is that these Dexter cattle learn. To this day, I can walk out to each and pet them without any problems. They might lower their head, but they come around. If I show up with anything else in my hands, besides a bucket, they are cautious. It still makes laugh and yet admire these wonderful animals at the same time.
For those wondering, the medicine worked. Lice gone and hair grown back. Life is good.
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.