The Cattle Knew Before I Did
Out in the pasture, instinct moves faster than thought. The herd already knew what I hadn’t yet seen: today was a day of renewal.
The moment our UTV rolled across the pasture, forty Red Angus beef cattle lifted their heads in unison. Mothers stood shoulder to shoulder, calves pressed between them, and the lone bull kept watch a few steps behind. They had gathered tight against the slender electric wire that marked the edge of their world, eyes wide and ears twitching—already waiting. They sensed what I had yet to see: fresh pasture was coming.
A Dance Between Herd, Land, and Hand
My sister didn’t waste time with explanations. She tipped the empty water tank, wrestled it into the adjoining paddock, and clipped on the hose. With a metallic clink, she fastened the UTV to the mineral feeder and dragged it through the open gate like a sled over grass. Over the hum of the engine, her practiced voice carried, bright and firm: “Here, bahsy!”
For a heartbeat, the herd froze. Then one bold cow stepped forward. In an instant, the rest followed like a living tide. All except one.
The new mother lingered. A week ago she had calved, and her baby—small enough to slip beneath the wire—now stood stranded on the wrong side. The cow lowered her head and called, a deep-throated sound stitched with both command and worry. We had just started toward the calf when his spindly legs carried him scrambling back under on his own. The tension melted. She met him with a fierce gentleness, nosing his flank until he steadied beside her. My sister laughed, remembering a calf that roamed for three days before finally wandering home. “Guess they all want adventure,” she said, amused, half exasperated.
The dog launched next, circling fast and sharp to tuck mother and baby back into the surge. Together they flowed through the gate, spreading across the new paddock where muzzles dropped at once into the alfalfa. They tore off lush green mouthfuls while a few calves sprang into stiff-legged kicks, joy breaking loose through their bodies as they danced across their “salad bar.”
Roots, Renewal, and the Rhythm of Stewardship
What looked like routine was closer to choreography—people, animals, and land moving in time with one another. The cattle grazed, and with each mouthful they scattered fertility. The brief stress of grazing forced the plants to drive roots deeper, bringing resilience and storing carbon. Each careful rotation became a small act of renewal, stitched into a larger cycle of grass, growth, and gratitude.
In winter, the family feeds them hay—baled and wrapped, fermenting sweet and sour until the animals nose into it gladly. Another verse in the same song. But that afternoon, under sun and grass, what struck me most was satisfaction made visible: forty animals, content and humming with life, heads bowed as if in prayer.
The calf pressed against his mother then, reaching to nurse. And as I watched, it dawned on me—this wasn’t just work or habit. It was stewardship, connection, and gratitude rooted in motion.
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