Feb 15 2012
Brynn is in love with the cattle next door.
My horse Chance is not.
He expressed serious reservations when the Black Angus moved into the nearby pasture, beside the hay field where we frequently ride. The first few outings, I hugged the fence furthest from the black pack, spiraling out in larger circles until Chance would pass them with minimal reservations.
And then something unfortunate occurred.
While fox hunting through a pasture populated by cattle, several of the cows bum-rushed the horses. Everyone scattered. Chance and I followed the bulk of the field and, once safe, we slowed down.
But then a stealth cow — an attack angus — darted out behind a stand of trees and barreled toward us. Chance ran backwards and sideways but the cow closed the distance.
As I like to tell the story, the cow T-boned Chance. But that’s not accurate. Actually, the cow kissed his flank before it gave up the chase. But it rattled us.
At home I tried to convince Chance that his condemnation of all Black Angus bordered on discrimination. Still, he cast a wary eye on the herd. One day while riding we stopped to talk to Chet, who pulled over in his car. A pickup crawled up the drive behind him.
It was a power company vehicle but the cattle assumed it was the feed truck. They stopped grazing and stampeded toward us. Chance’s head flew up and he blasted one tense snort — giving me a moment to plug my feet back in the stirrups — before he plunged backwards and sideways. Across the entire field.
Clearly Chance will never possess cowpony guile. But I’d like to assimilate him back into agricultural life. Improve equine-bovine relations.
And if you cows would minimize the humping when we’re nearby, it would really help!