For over a year now, I have been scared of the highland cows. Our 2 original ones are terribly feisty and often come running towards us really fast. They always stop but with those huge horns it totally freaks me out.
They were all pets, who we had planned to have here for ever, just hanging around, eating grass and looking pretty, but it had got to the stage that I wouldn't even go into the paddock with them and Lloyd wasn't much more confident ( but braver than me!)
So we made the tough decision that we'd find another home for them. But it had to be a home where they were going to be pets, with someone who had more experience than us and the 4 of them had to stay together. We though it was going to be really hard to find someone, but as is often the case, when things are meant to be it was really simple.
When we were getting our new drain dug, the driver would come each morning, start up his digger and while it was warming up he'd wander down to chat with and pat the highland cows. He loved them. We mentioned that we were looking for a home for them and he jumped at the chance! He came back with his wife so she could meet them as well, then yesterday the highlands went off to live with lovely Steve.
I felt like a weight had lifted.
It is sad when you start something with such good intentions but learn that it's not working and have to make some tough decisions.
So at the moment we are totally cowless at the farm. It feels sort of odd, it will be nice to get some calves later in the year and start again with the feeding up. It's very therapeutic having cows mooching around the place.