So Long Sassy

You can almost see the scowl on Sassy’s face.

I realize that, presently, the majority of our country is caught up in discussing this so-called “pandemic” caused by coronavirus. I choose instead to talk about cows, as I doubt I have anything to contribute on this over-saturated topic that hasn’t already been said. However, I may try and do a post next week on self-sufficiency. Being more self-reliant has suddenly seemed more important because of current events, and it’s been something we’ve been slowly working toward anyway. 

But, for now, I’m going to switch to a lighter topic. We had to sell Sassy. Sassy was our Longhorn with an attitude. She liked to bully every cow below her on the totem pole, especially our family milk cow. (Sassy’s the reason Sienna gave pink milk one day.) Sassy was always too overprotective of her calves when they were first born. She excited easily and would run around and jump in the pasture like a horse whenever something got her going. However, none of these reasons were why we decided to sell her.

Sassy grazes in the pasture near Sienna.

The last straw was when Sassy started going through and over fences. First, she started pushing her way through our front gate and into our yard. We have a fenced yard around our house, and, apparently, the grass is always greener in the yard. Sassy just couldn’t pass it up. Every time she got in the yard, we chased her out again, but she just kept coming back. We had to start chaining the front gate, which is very inconvenient when we usually just use an opener on it to drive in and out. 

So, we put her in a different pasture behind the house. That didn’t help, because she would jump over that fence and into the yard at her leisure. We sectioned off a different part of the pasture with electric fence. That didn’t stop her either. She just went right through it as if it wasn’t even on. When a cow becomes that difficult, it’s time to take it to the auction. 

I was disappointed at her behavior, because I didn’t want to have to sell her. She always had good calves and was the youngest of our three purebred Longhorns. But, alas, I won’t miss her, and I’m sure Sienna won’t either.

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