I am just so excited that I have to share this with you. We’ve just inherited two, tiny, mini steers. Meet Camaro and Bentley. Camaro is 19 months old, a mixture of black angus mix father and a mini jersey mother. He has the build of his mother, “mini” and his father’s black, fuzzy coat and round fuzzy ears. He is the pack leader. Then, we have Bentley. He too is 19 months old. I am not sure what his father is, but his mother is also a mini Jersey. He looks like his mother, is about 36 inches tall at the hip. Both are simply adorable.
We made a trip to a friend’s home in TX a little over a week ago to pick them up. Through a series of misfortunes not at all her fault, my friend is selling her farm and moving to Houston to live with her son and daughter-in-law, who, I might add, are the most incredible young couple one could ever have the pleasure to meet and know. In the process of selling her cattle, goats and other livestock, she gave us the two boys, just had to drive down and pick them up. We scurried about, found a livestock trailer that we could pull with our pick-up, made the trip to and from Texas is 2 days. It was an uneventful trip, other than meeting the boys for the first time. My friend’s son thought loading them was going to be difficult since he swore up and down that the boys would be skittish. My husband tossed a half bale of hay into our trailer and they literally jumped from their trailer into ours. Part I accomplished without incident. They slept during our frequent stops home, slept in the trailer because it was 0300 when we got home and we were so tired that we chose not to handle two head of cows in the middle of the night in a dark pasture. They were snoozing when I went outside to move them at 0800, woke up when they heard my voice and started shifting around. I drove them to the pasture, backed into the chute, opened the trailer door, went in with them and told them that it was time to get out, that they were at their new home. Camaro looked at Bentley, gave a short mini moo, hopped out with Bentley following him. Unloading was as easy as loading, with the exception that Bentley stepped on my foot on the way out. Thank goodness for his small size and light weight. I didn’t even bruise on my foot.
Two days later, Bentley ate food from my hand. Camaro will come over, sniff and lick the food offering, but he has yet to be willing to be hand fed. Camaro, on the other hand, is allowing himself to be petted and rubbed, and I have found out that he likes to lick people, like a dog would lick it’s owner. While that is endearing, cow slobber is not the greatest of all offerings from the cows. I am looking forward to mini T-bones from Cameo at the end of next summer. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with Bentley at this point. Both are steers, both are very docile, for which I am thankful, and both are absolutely, positively cute as buttons. What do you think?