We’ve settled into our winter routine around here, although the temperatures have been fairly warm this week, but the winds are making up for that in a big way! Getting out my beautiful Minneapolis Moline ZA in the morning and hooking up to the hay rack or sled to feed the bulls and the horses is a great way to start the day. One bull, I call him Big Red, is the big bully of them all and the only one who isn’t black. Today when he came up to the pile of oat hay, I renamed him “Curly.” I think the reason is obvious.
The horses never butt heads; they get to claim their pile of oat hay in this order: Cowboy, Doc, Oreo, and last Indian. Now, Indian is the biggest of the four, but he is the bottom of the order for sure and he knows it and simply stays out-of-the-way until the fourth pile is pitched over the fence. I wonder if there is a lesson for me in that.
Curly is the boss of the bulls, but that does not stop the others from ramming head with him. They must know they will lose, but they continue to challenge him every day-all but the one. He has figured out just to go around the other side of the pile and eat in peace. Lessons from the farm.