How Bulls Become Steers...

Lincoln had never castrated an animal before, but he was a pro. Those extra shifts at the hospital must be paying off! :)

I was in charge of keeping the tally. I probably wasn't the best one for the job though, because I kept getting distracted and having to recount the cows. The blood was from some cow parts that Lincoln gave to Daisy. I was NOT excited about him feeding the dogs cow ears and scrotums, but there wasn't much I could do about it. Lincoln was SO proud of me because I didn't freak out when blood got on my paper & I just wrote right over the blood. It's funny what impresses him. I told him I have had that side to me all along, but that he just never gets a chance to see it! :)

Another job I had was trying to keep one of the cows in the chute. It was so much harder than it looked. I was trying to keep the cow pressed up against the fence, but was afraid it would kick me. I'm sure someone a mile away could tell I grew up in the city! Here's Kyle trying to keep the cows in line...

Daisy's battle wound...Linc's grandparents' dog & Daisy were fighting over a cow part and the other dog won. He punctured Daisy's face on both sides...it was sad.

Daisy sat by me & watched while Lincoln worked his magic on the bulls. About 20 minutes into it, I noticed that Duke wasn't there. I didn't see him anywhere & was a little nervous that he got trampled or something. I walked back up to the house to look for him & found him hiding under a car, shaking like crazy. Poor guy. Maybe seeing the bulls get fixed brought back bad memories of his own surgery. :) He stayed under the car for over an hour! Here's Beckett looking out the window at Duke.

Lincoln after a hard day's work...he liked this way too much!