The wind remains strong as it most likely will until the middle of September, 20-30 miles per hour. The herd of Cattle across the Slough all have their South ends to the North wind making their tails slap them on the side. As long as Cows are eating they don’t care what direction they face, but the wind seems to be a different matter. I believe they merely tolerate it, when it blows hard they head for protection.
I don’t count the Cattle across the river in their pasture, there are times I make a rough count after the herd is moved and another moved in. I don’t know the Rancher or caretaker although I have called them when something suspicious is going on. Mostly that suspicious activity has something to do with smoke/fire. They have controlled burns frequently, being on the outside it’s hard to tell what’s what, the call is mostly appreciated. If I see a Mountain Lion or Big foot they will be the first I call, then continue taking a video.
The Cows and Steers are well taken care of with plenty of Hay, Water and space. I have seen Coyotes on the Levee and running across the pasture, they aren’t hurting anything over there. At night I can hear them baying (only occasionally due to my almost complete deafness), it sounds as if there may be 100 of them. On this Island we hear them from the interior open spaces, they do damage here. Ganging up on Sheep, young pasture animals and of course Chickens. They are kept in balance, and under control on the open range by Llama’s. Full grown Steers, Bulls and Cows are too big for the canine wanderers.
They have been there since I can remember, the pasture is part of a reserve no houses will be built on it for the foreseeable future. The weather is mild most of the year, the herd should not be stressed from high heat. A pole barn is left empty to enable the Cattle to be in the shade, there are plenty of Trees as well. At times the wind appears to bother them as they seek shelter on the North end of the Island on the lee of the Levee. On occasion they are on the Levee, there are spots that are easier for them than others. I have seen them reach the water which is pretty amazing considering their size and weight. Water is a big motivator they will do whatever is needed to get to it. When none is available in the pasture it’s breakout time, they will bust down a barb wire fence in search of it. The secret to keeping them in the pasture is water, of course the grass is always greener on the other side, but they won’t leave for it.
Some have Calf’s making it a nearly self sustaining operation, they still have some delivered. They appear to be in the 300 pound range fed out to 600 then on their way to a feed lot, or an open Range to continuing being grass fed. I have a tendency to believe the Rancher across the river practices the later. They have relatively short lives, well run operations like this one make their time here comfortable.
They are part of the bubble I live in, interesting to watch even though they don’t do much. I would miss them if they were not there any longer, the Crows would go back to eating vegetables, the Raccoon, Skunk and Coyote populations would rule that Island once again.
To look at it now it’s hard to believe a full City was on that Pasture during the turn of the 20th Century. I don’t know why it is no longer there but it was over during the Great Depression.
Jacques Lebec Follow the Fork in the Road