Here are many of the long-awaited photos of our multi-day adventure in cattle moving.
My Dad helped lend a hand to add higher sides to the trailer. We used 2 x 6 dimensional lumber and affixed it all with lag screws and carriage (how appropriate) bolts.
A close-up of my Dad working hard. He most notably suggested that we add the upside down milk crate to the list of indispensible farm tools.
But, of course, hard work calls for some well-deserved food!
After just a short rest, Dad volunteered to cook us some dinner. What a nice house guest! Wood-fired is the only way to go. Those burgers are made of ground turkey (our own), eggs (our own), carrots, peas (our own), and some other various veggies.
After a night of wonderful food, we were back at it in the morning. We had the trailer all backed up and ready to be loaded. We used a couple of pallets as a step for the cattle to get into the trailer.
Here's Fuzzy thinking about it.
And here's Fuzzy inside. Notice the short gate on the trailer.
A little grain goes a long way with these guys.
A job well done! Erica has a certain knack for luring animals into trailers, pick-up beds, down long corridors in the barn, etc. I think it has to do with unwavering patience.
Ahhh. But notice now that Fuzzy is no longer in the trailer. He determined that the lush, green grass outside the trailer was more desirable than the remnants of grain on the trailer floor. He hopped right out the back while we were starting to tow him away. So now you can see that we had to build a gate--a much more secure gate--for the trailer.
A few more carriage bolts, some hinges, and two latches later...
This was our third and luckily final attempt at moving Fuzzy. The trailer was all set and ready to haul. If we were trying to catch turkeys, we'd have been champs!
Here he goes!
Success, take two! Nothing is getting out of that gate. A perfect system, so it seems.
Violet was equally impressed that Fuzzy was so eager to get back into the trailer from which he had fled just hours before.
And there we go, off the farm, down the road, and to the pasture. It sure is fun driving on the road with a tractor! On the way back I had Erica follow me in the car and check my speed. At top speed I was cruising along at 9 miles per hour! It seemed like 75, though, in the open tractor pulling that trailer.
There we go off road and down into our new pasture. Violet brought some grain ("Just in case," she said). Liev lost his shirt somewhere along the line.
One final alteration is still to be made on the trailer...It appears that the cattle can get their pesky
little big heads through the sides. They can barely get them back out, you know, with the horns and all. I will have to fill in those spaces with some strapping or siding.
One thing that we hadn't counted on was Fuzzy's temperment. He is normally so nice and calm and friendly. He was pretty mad at us for the trailer ride, though. Once he got off he just stormed away into the pasture grasses. Not even a farewell "moo."
We have a 100 gallon watering trough in the field and we fill it from time to time with water from this little brook that runs adjacent to the pasture. 5 gallon pails at work.
After we brought Alyosius down to join him, all was forgiven in Fuzzy's eyes. His tail was happily swishing back and forth as he chowed down on the tasty greens.
A job well done by all. "Great teamwork!"