Blackie is a three year old Highland who is visiting the farm for the next two months.
She is here for Yeoman our bull,you see she is of age to be bred and we are the farm with a unrelated bull.
I have not ever done this before.
We have run a closed heard for over three years.
The reason I decided to do this was Blackie's owner is a eight year old little boy who is in 4H and wanting his pet cow to give him a calf.
He loves the breed and how could I say no?
One of the other reason's is she is the only cow at her farm and has been since seven months of age,this cuts the risk of disease hugely.
To be honest she doesn't much look like a Highland right now despite her short legs.
Blackie found a pile of burdock in her pasture the day before arrival and her owner shaved her ears,face and neck.
Blackie was supposed to arrive early on a Sunday morning so if we turned her out to pasture and trouble arose we had all day to deal with it.
Instead she arrived at 8pm Monday night,it was already dark.
Blackie was led by halter into the barn where she enjoyed a freshly bedded box stall and yummy hay for the night.
Early Monday morning hubby walked her to the meadow to introduce her to the other cattle.
I was fully expecting a battle over dominance to show who was boss cow but to my surprise this was not the case!
The girls were interested in her but had no want to be anything but curious and friendly.
Here's where the problem arises.
Because the Highland's are such a social breed always wanting attention and to be talked to a petted,they followed hubby back up the meadow lane despite his trying to quietly sneak away.
Once up by the house Blackie discovered we had horses.
You see to most cow's no biggie but Blackie thinks she is a horse and not a cow!
At her farm she has been living with horses since seven months old,she goes to pasture with them and then goes in a box stall every night next to them.
She had no idea why we put her to pasture with these long haired horned creatures,she was no cow.
Blackie went through the fence and headed straight for the horses where she felt she belonged.
My girls did not think much of this,probably nor did my neighbors at that time of day, and all started mooing hysterically to try and call her back.
Hubby got the halter and we moved her back with the cows.
We headed for the meadow yet again.
If you look all the way to the left you can see Blackie hiding in the woods looking terrified of the cows.
Everyone followed hubby while me and the dogs followed the cows.
We left quietly and hoped for the best.
Later in the day I walked back and was pleased to find her standing in the trees and she had found a friend.
All is well now and she had settled quite nice!
I think she now remembers she truly is a cow!!!





















