There comes a time in every cowboy’s life when the question arises as to whether or not a cow is pregnant. But only dudes say pregnant. Real cowboys say bred. For fear of embarrassing my husband, I shall only speak in cowboy lingo for this blog. So try to keep up, okay?
Recently we acquired a cow that was believed to be 8 months bred on August 25th. Cows are pregnant on average 283 days, just like a woman, which meant she should’ve calved (Dude translation: given birth) back in September, October at the latest.
As of December 27th, she still hadn’t calved, nor was she springing heavy (Dude translation: showing any signs). Click here for a visual. So J-Dub questioned if she was even bred at all and thought she was probably open (Dude translation: not pregnant).
Since cows don’t voluntarily lay on a table and put their legs in stirrups or pee on a stick on demand, there’s really only one cost efficient method to determine a cow’s state of pregnancy.
For this method you need a:
1. a cow (for obvious reasons)
2. a plastic sleeve (for obvious reasons to be seen)
3. lubrication (for obvious reasons)
4. one tough cowboy (for obvious reasons)
Here we see Maybelle looking a bit wary. She knows something is up. She has been penned away from the rest of the cattle. And she’s not liking it one bit.
First, she takes a big ol’ crap.
Then she takes a big ol’ pee. If you’ve never seen a cow pee, there isn’t anything dainty about it. It’s a gusher.
Next J-Dub pens her in a chute.
And prepares himself by putting on a plastic sleeve and squirting some lube in his hand.
He enters the chute at the rear of the cow……
and does exactly what you’re wishing he won’t.
Sticks his hand into her #2 hole. His arm rather.
Right into her poop chute. He feels around a bit, concentrating.
He doesn’t have to go too far until he pokes something in the eyeball.
“Yep, there’s a big ol’ calf in there”
And everyone is all smiles.
Everyone except Maybelle.
lol….so glad I don’t have his job!
did he even take the cow out for dinner?
It is gross isn’t it? But not any grosser than lancing cysts on cows. That is truly disgusting.
It is GROSS and I sure don’t want to see the lancingof a cyst!!!!
I would give anything for my daddy to be able to read your blogs! He was an old cowboy and I just know he’d love these!!
This one really brought back some old memories of mine as a child and watching or “helping” my daddy perform some his cowboy tasks! Love it!!
That is so sweet. Dad’s are the best!