Thugs

No new pics of Pookey today--he is doing great!

Just a SOC (that's 'straight-out-of-the-camera') shot of a band of young thugs.

With Pookey on the mend--and thus no more hay soaking, ice-water sponge baths, or lymphatic massages--I had been wondering what on earth I was going to do with all my free time.

The young thugs answered that question for me.

Having just been weaned, they are all pining for mama, and are very resistant to staying inside their temporary enclosure. That electric tape works really well until a bull gets tangled up in a section and drags it across the drive, between the truck and trailer, and around the corner of the house.

Strangely, after just one such incident, the microscopic wires somehow separate, and the tape becomes more suggestive in nature, rather than punitive.

As in, 'we would really like for you to stay in this enclosure,' as opposed to, 'Z-a-a-a-a-a-p-p-p!'

So I am spending several hours each day chasing calves, much to Pookey's amusement.

He hangs his head over his stall door and watches for hours.

It's better than TV.