This could be a delicate subject for male readers, so please cross your legs now.
Another weekend in the sun at Binalong, working hard, eating what I shouldn’t and having a laugh with mates.
We are finally close to finishing the fencing for our second back paddock which will be a big help in rotating the steers across the pasture on the farm. At the moment, they eat and wander wherever they want which is great for the beasts but they go wild pretty quickly.
So, after banging in fence posts, straining wire and “tying off” (tying the barbed wire to the posts”), we turned our attention to drenching the steers. Drenching involves putting the beasts through the cattle yards and squirting a liquid (ie drench) on their backs to kill lice and other parasites. This needs to be done every 3 months or so to keep the beasts in top shape.
Now, earlier in the day, our neighbours had told us that one of our crazy Belted Galloways had escaped into their property and was trying to get to their heifers (female cows). This shouldn’t happen with steers as their interest in females should have disappeared (along with their testicles) at an early age.
Our neighbours kindly offered to put him through their yards so we could check whether, in fact, he had been properly neutered.
Now never having searched for a beasts balls before I was a little unsure as to what to do. With the encouragement of our neighbours to “get in there”, I took the plunge and indeed found a very large bull’s testicle where there should have been none.
Back at our yards, we drenched our remaining steers and checked their tackle, finding that a least 3 were “proud” as the farmers say.
This leaves us with a difficult dilemma, to either “cut” the steers (which requires no explanation) or return them to their original seller. “Cutting” the steers would leave them prone to infection and requires a more steady hand than mine, so I will be calling for their collection early next week.
Postscript: the steers again broke their fences and, after 6 hours of chasing them round the neighbours paddocks we got most of them back. The joys of farm life……