You remember how we had some serious floods here at the start of the year? Well, now MOST of the fences are repaired and roads almost back to normal (or at least kinda passable) we are getting to enjoy one of the benefits of such a wet season.
The kind of growth that makes all animals walking through the pastures looks as if they are legless…
And getting in the way of pretty much every photo I attempt to take of our pretty Brangus cows and calves (I know, it’s a problem I can live with!).
For many years, especially around the time we moved back here to Granite Glen from the city, the drought had such a stranglehold on the land that this time of year was always sepia-toned and tough on our breeding stock. We would be supplementing with molasses and reducing stocking rates to eke out the grass we had.
To see WALLS of grass is still amazing to us. And to see fat, replete cattle in late April – awesome. *
I had to take some photos of our Red Brangus ‘paddock’ bulls (these guys just get pasture, as opposed to bulls being prepared for sale later this year who are supplemented). Unfortunately the yards are very overgrown with grass, so legless red bulls were the only kind I captured!
Luckily the buyers for whom I took the photos are good at imagining them with legs.
A nice, pooey bottom shot. Bulls have no shame (and no toilet paper either apparently). If you can look past the processed green stuff, those are some nice bull butts!
And as with any species, boys will be boys…
They ALL have to try and eat the same patch of grass too… sharing is just not in their nature!
With the photo session over, Cal prepares to take the bulls (tails swishing against the buffalo fly that get all nippy in a good season) back to their paddock – note how General has his tail swish in time? Are these things that only I would notice?
My Dad is loving this season – he has strong memories of many, many tough seasons and nothing makes him happier than happy, shiny cattle.
Of course the main drawback (and you do really have to look for them, I admit) to enormous bodies of grass is wondering what the heck is IN there. Mr Incredible has already come a cropper (had a fall) from Trooper when they inadvertantly rain into a pile of logs, hidden in the grass. He’s okay now.
And I make a point of stomping everywhere – warning those sneaky, hiding-in-the-grass snakes that I am ON. MY. WAY. I don’t like surprising, or being surprised. Especially by snakes.
Cattle can also hide pretty well in the groundcover . Makes it tricky to muster them and they don’t even have to lie down to hide.
Let me illustrate…
Dad and Cal are following a mob of heifers back to their paddock…
See how deep the grass is against Dad’s horse, Sampson? Well here goes Cal… following Brangus heifers into the pasture.
Pretty much GONE.
Grass. With it’s magic properies that make cows fat and happy and sometimes makes them disappear!
*We are very aware how lucky we are – and that not all of Aussie cattlemen and women are enjoying this kind of season. Read about the drought gripping those further west here. Feeling for you guys!