James had some extra cash from re-directing a stock market
investment. We have both been big on saving and investing. With
the dismal returns since the bubble burst we have both been
looking for someplace else to put our money, preferably in a
good investment. It seems that just about anything would be
better than the market.
James' brother Kenny has about a dozen cattle, the red and white
ones. Some have little ones that he will take to the market for
sale when the time comes. There are the borrowed bulls too that
came to visit. We know the reason for their visit but it seems
that they are more interested in the “greener grass” than their
business. We enjoy calling them all together when we go down to
the farm. Kenny feeds them a bag of sweet feed that the cattle
go crazy over. He explains that calling them and feeding them
the sweet mix will get them used to people, the corral, being
handled and the payoff will be the ease of getting them on the
trailer for movement. I guess it makes sense.
Pavlov had it right! Kenny will yell “come on” in a long loud
voice c-o-m-e o-n. At first the cows look up, one moos and
others take note, then all of a sudden they see the others
looking and walking, then they move faster and then all run to
get their treat. C-o-m-e O-n!
With his fenced acreage and mama’s land across the road there is
enough room for more cattle. James read in the Georgia Market
Bulletin that there were eight Black Angus available for a new
home. There is a bull, four cows and three calves. One of the
cows was due to download another calf in the next week or so and
the adults are relatively young. The recommendation from James
brother and cousin Ronnie, who both have cattle, said it looks
like it could be a good investment to them. So cattle it is,
time for a road trip to Hamilton, GA.
Ronnie’s Ford pickup has the hitch for a fifth-wheel cattle
trailer and enough passenger room for Ronnie, Sandra, Kenny,
James and me to not only go look at the cattle but make a
purchase and bring the members of the new extended family home
to their bovine field mates.
Hamilton, Georgia is located close to Columbus and our one and a
half hour drive took us through the southern city limits of
Atlanta then southwest to Hamilton. During the trip our
conversation covered many topics including how the group was
going to help James spend / invest his money, what the cows
would look like, the best route to Hamilton and how the current
owner talks to and calls his cows.
James and I recounted a story of how our Siberian Husky, Sobaka,
was “talked to” by James’ boss Jo. Jo had been to doggie
obedience school. The class was more about teaching discipline
to the owners than to the dogs. Apparently the dog talker
technique was to use both verbal commands along with visual arm
movement. I guess this was for dogs that were hard of hearing.
Well, Jo came over to the house, we greeted her at the kitchen
door with hugs, and then, Jo made a loud exclamation and threw
her arm at a right angle to her body when she saw Sobaka. The
dog looked at James and me, then at Jo with a look that said
“what is wrong with this woman?” We both asked Jo what this was
all about, she said the technique was the universal command she
had just learned to make a dog sit. We said we used our own
command that Sobaka understood. We looked at Sobaka and said
“sit”. He sat! We all laughed.
The closer we got to Hamilton, the Georgia pine forest was more
common than open pastures. The directions led us off the
Interstate and through the rolling hills past Callaway Gardens.
After we drove through the small town of Hamilton we made the
appropriate turns and found the driveway with Robert, the owners
name, on the mailbox.
The driveway led us past a small rocky pasture area and then
down to the house and out building where the Angus were kept.
Robert and his family came out and greeted us. We all walked
over to the fence and looked at the cows. The calves were so
cute since they were only a couple of months old. The cows
looked like they were in good health but could be fattened up a
bit. And then there was the bull, much larger than the others.
Robert’s wife came over and said that she calls him “Bully Boy”
which seemed like an appropriate name. All the cattle had yellow
ear tags with a large number on it. One of the cows was number
“911” which Robert said was the one expecting.
James agreed to the purchase price, Ronnie backed the trailer up
to the gate and Robert said that he would load them all himself.
We all thought this alright and stood back behind the truck not
to spook the cows. Robert got his long cow stick, walked into
the pen and yelled out C-o-m-e O-n!
Chris & James