Herald Delivered – A Bull Story in a Storm
An exciting moment has arrived for us and our fellow herd investors. Herald, our new bull, is finally delivered to T & N’s place. If you’d like to find out about the beginning of this story you can do so here and here.
It’s Thursday and there is a gale blowing, the first of many storms to come. The wind is roaring, making a constant deep rushing and rumble as it whips through the trees and around structures. By the sound, I know that a whole assortment of things will make be making a bid for freedom and I fret about slates and sheets of corrugated iron flying through the air, just waiting to decapitate the unwary. I have an unsuccessful wrestle with a tarp which has come loose, it slaps me in the face with a sharp wet sting. The deluged land is saturated and more heavy rain is predicted.
So why this day?
Because it is 60 days since Herald had his TB test and this is the last day that he can be moved, otherwise the process needs to be repeated again. We’re not sure how this time went by, but go by it did. There was a little hiccup with a payment going astray to a random bank account but still, where did that time go?
We climb into the landrover and make our way over to the farm where Herald is staying. The roads are littered with branches and wet leaves. In the farmhouse the farmer finishes his tea and we chat about dogs, farming and his health problems. He apologises for Herald being so mucky as all his stock is now indoors.
First T hitches the trailer on. Then we go to the big barn and the farmer finds Herald and ushers him out. He is very obedient and his expression seems to say Am I bothered?
He had a bit of a moment in the race when he realised that something unusual was happening but settled down quickly. I missed the bit when he was being loaded as I was holding a gate to prevent him from taking a wrong turn.
He went straight into the barn and started munching some hay…until…exciting moment!
It all went off without a hitch, much to our collective relief, and Herald seems really quiet. T has reported that he has been stroking him while eating hay so it all bodes well. His early life was amongst a small herd and the children of the family were quite used to handling him. Infact he appears to be more domesticated than Lucy, Belita or Mary-Rose…but maybe that’s becuse they are teenagers! It is said you must never trust a bull entirely so I will bear this in mind.