Little Joe
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Management intensive grazingMIG???
Sorry, not very fluent in acronym.
Management intensive grazingMIG???
Sorry, not very fluent in acronym.
As I mentioned, she will be burger end of the month. I disagree, not all cattle will train to hot wire and moving pastures when you want them to.I did MIG for alot of years with smaller numbers. I never met a cow that wouldn't work in the system. Life is too short to own those kind of cows. Especially in a smaller acreage smaller numbers operation.
MIG = Managed intensive Grazing. As in I moved the cows real regularly. In my case I moved the hot wire every day. I also had a follow up wire behind the cows depending on which field they were in. Never let the cows have more than 4 days access to any portion of the field.MIG???
Sorry, not very fluent in acronym.
All cows I own are named mama, boys or baby, they know those names well. When things don't go right there is the occassional stupid b---h thrown in there or if it's really bad there might be another word that I try not to ever use that they get called. My wife says that the people that live across the woods probably think I talk really bad to her, they can't see that I'm talking to the cows and not my wife but I can assure you that when things have escalated to that point they can probably hear me.I suspect that Dave does not have any of his cows named. I suspect that the majority here have at least one with a name. Some have names for every cow. Giving a name to a cow might make the economics and objective evaluations just a little cloudy. OK to name your vehicles and dogs, though.
All cows I own are named mama, boys or baby, they know those names well. When things don't go right there is the occassional stupid b---h thrown in there or if it's really bad there might be another word that I try not to ever use that they get called. My wife says that the people that live across the woods probably think I talk really bad to her, they can't see that I'm talking to the cows and not my wife but I can assure you that when things have escalated to that point they can probably hear me.
I don't have any names for mine, but there are a few that get called the B word.
I always named the bull. He was Mr Bull. I told my kids you always treat a bull with respect. Their reply so what is this Mr Bull #15? The rest? It is like going to prison. You get a number.I suspect that Dave does not have any of his cows named. I suspect that the majority here have at least one with a name. Some have names for every cow. Giving a name to a cow might make the economics and objective evaluations just a little cloudy. OK to name your vehicles and dogs, though.
I knew a guy who was out with his wife trying to get a cow in. He was cussing the cow loudly. Things like I will kill you you no good b---h. Neighbor called the sheriff. He had to explain to a deputy that he was cussing the cow not his wife.All cows I own are named mama, boys or baby, they know those names well. When things don't go right there is the occassional stupid b---h thrown in there or if it's really bad there might be another word that I try not to ever use that they get called. My wife says that the people that live across the woods probably think I talk really bad to her, they can't see that I'm talking to the cows and not my wife but I can assure you that when things have escalated to that point they can probably hear me.
You and i are on the same wavelength. i name all of mine some variation of "Lunch" and "Dinner". CheersI name 2 every year. Cheeseburger and brisket. 120 later they gone and we name. 2 more
A thousand words!
When I had my first cow as a kid I named all of her calves after my sister's boyfriends. Jerry was the last one, and she married that guy. The world would have been a better place if he'd been cut and made into a steer. (Not the calf)You and i are on the same wavelength. i name all of mine some variation of "Lunch" and "Dinner". Cheers
Known a few like that meselfWhen I had my first cow as a kid I named all of her calves after my sister's boyfriends. Jerry was the last one, and she married that guy. The world would have been a better place if he'd been cut and made into a steer. (Not the calf)