A guest post by Anne Stine, one of our Hubbard Fellows. (All photos are by Anne)
Today (Oct. 1, 2013) the lessee came and got his cattle, as per our agreement. I’ll miss them. It is with some sadness that Eliza and I have been awaiting their removal from the pastures. We’ve really enjoyed having cattle around. I like the way they keep an eye on you in the pastures, and the way they prick their ears and step forward before turning tail and scattering. I like hearing them bellow (pronounced “bell-er”) at each other to keep tabs on calves and herd-mates. Eliza and I agree that our acreage will seem a lot emptier without them.
It’s funny, because the herds we interact with are a skittish lot, but they are still companionable if you go about your own business without paying them too much mind. The closest I’ve ever gotten to our lessee’s cattle was when I was harvesting seed from white prairie clover. At first the cattle were suspicious, but when they saw me hunched over pulling on plants it seemed to put them at ease. I imagined I looked like I was grazing too. A cow wandered so close I could hear her huffing and chewing as she snipped grass. I liked being surrounded by the cattle and having them placidly munch around me.
If you step away from your truck cattle will often surround it and start rubbing on it and licking it. The calves are more curious than their mothers. They’ll follow trucks and come over to see what you are up to. I’ve seen cows nose their inquisitive calves away from trucks they were stepping forward to examine.
If I ever have a prairie of my own, I’ll definitely look into leasing out the grass on it.