A while ago, when I found Stash, one of my Scottish Highland oxen, dead in the field, I was devastated, but it also left his teammate, Topper, without a partner. Oxen are cattle that work for a living. They are yoked in pairs to pull heavy loads. They.
Sometimes, when I’m not looking, a miracle sneaks up on me. I’m not talking about the supernatural kind of miracles but about the super-wonderful kind.The blanket of white stuff decorated the farm and turned the brown earth into a Christmas showcase..
It was an event that occurred once in a lifetime. I’m not talking about the June 24 lining up of five planets and the moon for the first time since 1864. This is far rarer. Unique, actually. It was the Principia College classes of 1972 and 1973.
“I didn’t realize I’d see so many Highlander cattle today. And I never expected them to be so friendly,” said Sally. “I fell in love with Harmony. She is so huggable.” Visitors at our Easter event hugged Harmony and Daffodil, two 6-month-old Scottish.
Last winter, icicles of blood dangled from the Scottish Highlander steer’s face, and raw patches of skin were exposed to the weather. He looked like he’d lost a bar fight. But 10-year-old Red was a victim of too much love.Cattle often groom each other.