The Happy Cow Dance

Our native Highland ladies, those lovely cows, are settling well into their new home at Persabus. One has the most beautifully inquisitive and gorgeous calf. A bundle of fun, at times he can be seen jumping and skipping off through the fields at a rate of knots, his mother charging after him, bellowing loudly, in her efforts to keep him in tow. Other times he can be seen peeping curiously out from her side as he nuzzles in ever so closely to the warm layers of her soft, furry coat. A fiercely protective mother, it is a pleasure to witness nature’s bond, as she keeps a watchful eye on his every move.

The two Highland ‘ladies’ are becoming quite accustomed to the Happy Farmer’s daily feeding rounds. They listen for the familiar sound of the quad bike making its way across the farm. On its arrival into their quarters, they can be seen practically pushing and nudging the Happy Farmer in a bid to get to the cattle cake as it is delivered from the back of the quad. One Highlander is becoming rather partial to a ‘wee back rub’ from the Happy Farmer as he gently calms and quietens them. Easing them into the fold and their new life at Persabus. The other one is still cautious and can be seen doing her little highland jig around him, not yet happy at him going near her back. The Happy Farmer grabbing onto those horns as she ‘dances’ steering them safely away from him, as he gently calms her.

When eldest accompanied him on the feeding rounds at the weekend those ladies were immediately ‘on guard’, spotting a strange face, their two heads were ‘bolt up’ like a couple of stags, ready to make for a quick getaway if necessary. Of course, the delivery of their favourite cake helped calm them, that, and a few Gaelic phrases from the farmer. The Persabus herds all have the ‘Gaelic’. The Happy Farmer keeps us well versed in the ‘appropriate lingo’ , encouraging us to speak to them whenever we are passing, allowing them to get to recognise us and making sure they are never ‘startled’.

Each morning as he feeds the rest of his herd, a larger group of ‘ladies’ who can be seen waiting patiently, gathered across from the old stone walls of the sheep fank, Hansel and Muffin, the horses can be heard galloping over the hill. Those horses know when it’s feeding time. Waiting impatiently for their turn they always try and stretch those long necks across the fence in an attempt to ‘steal’ the cows’  morning feed of cake.

Back in the fields and the lambs are grouping together enjoying racing up and down the fields. We have a particularly cheeky set of Hebridean twins who simply refuse to stay in the field with their mother. Ever curious and enjoying the tasty pickings of the roadside verge and hedging they can be found making their way down the single-track road heading for the ‘speedy highway’ of the main road. Our patient neighbours, delivery guys and Distillery workers have spent the last few days, following them back carefully guiding them home up the single-track road. Those twins know exactly where they are going and skip gleefully back into the field, full of mischief and adventure, only to find another escape route later in the day. For anyone who regularly reads the blog you will remember well the tales of ‘Houdini’ the disappearing tup…his offspring are following in his hoof prints…

Until next time…

Highland cow and calf
Persabus cow and calf
Ginger Highland Cow
Highland cow
Lambs on the road
Lambs on the road