Oh my goodness gracious me
The telly is on. On the telly is McLeod's Daughters. I heard sombody making the same "C'mawnn." call an ex-boss of mine used to make when calling up his self-mustering Belmont Reds, still my aller time fav'rit cows*. On McLeods Daughters they were mustering. They had four people on horses to work about thirty head of the chubbiest little Hereford and Angus cows, about half with calves at foot. In the lushest Eastern Victorian improved pasture I've seen since the last time that I was in Eastern Victoria.
I love reality TV.
* The cows were only a part-time thing on a thousand acre hobby farm. Every time he went up there he'd call the cattle in and give them some lucerne. After a while they got all Pavlovian about it and would trot up every time you called them. The first time I went up there I tried it. For about thirty seconds there was nothing. Then a faint, but heavy rumbling. Then there was dust rising , the ground started to shake, my fillings came loose and charging up the laneway was about 1500 pounds of the biggest bull I had ever seen, snorting and slobbering and tossing its head. Did I mention the unholy gleam in its eye? It had an unholy gleam in its eye. I was trapped in the open with a biscuit of lucerne in my hand and nowhere to run - not that running was feasible on the bouncing ground. When the bull was about fifteen feet away, he locked them up and skidded to a halt at precisely distance required to eat the lucerne out of my hand - and wagged his tail while he was doing it.
The cows came a few minutes later.
posted by Dirk at 5:31 pm
9 Comments:
Talk about bloody Doctor Dolittle! He ain't got nothing on you cobber!
By the way reality TV shows are bad for your health. Just as a cigarette will take four minutes off your life so watching even one episode of a reality TV show will lop around six hours off your time as an earthling. Some people are dead already if my arithmetic is right.
Reminds me of my granddad and his black Angus. I'd be scrambling to the top of the truck cab while he was cooing in their ears.
Those Reds -- I wonder how they'd do in Texas? Know much about how they've traveled?
LOL! That brings a pretty comical sight to the mind's eye :)
Another sphincter tightening moment. Grmps had a brahmin bull, meanest SOB I ever saw.
Pud,
here in Astrayer we are noted for our dry, ironic humour. Macca's Daughters is a soapie. I see your point, though.
Scott,
I would imagine that they would go pretty bloody well. They do well here in a variety of hot climates. They advertise themselves a Bos Taurus for tropical climates, but I'm pretty sure they've got some Indicus in them, Afrikaander I think. They do well in hard times. Probably the easiest way would be to import semen and possibly embryos.
Cant,
I was terrified.
og,
we have quite a bit of trouble with yaks in the lot. They get a bit temperamental when they are confined.
When I hand reared sheds of calves I'd call "Sooky Sooky Sook Sook", years later you coul dgo into a paddock and call Sook Sook and have mature cows and steers etc run up.
FX,
now I've got a song from the late sixties/ early seventies going through my head. I've got no idea what it's called, who sings it or even if it's any good, but there is a section where the singer goes "sooky, sooky,, sooky, sooky, sooky, sooky, soo!"
Ranger,
I did.
Steppenwolf - I have it on an EP with Born To Be Wild, Magic Carpet Ride, Sooky Sooky and I think Pusher Man.
I wrote on the vinyl label as a teenager: FX was "Born To Be Wild". My little sisters wrote on the other side in front of Sooky. FX is a "Sooky Sooky"
FXH,
the only time that I can remember anything at all about that song is walking home from a mate's house when I was about eleven, sing the "sooky, sooky" bit over and over. When I was nearly home I heard giggling behind me. I turned around and my brother and a couple of his mates all started singing that line at me.
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