We enjoy being with our longhorns every day. We go out in the pasture with them and just sit. They are beautiful animals. We learned over time that they have personalities just like people. There are some that want to come up and "talk", and there are some that want to be left alone. We've had some that were the "leave me alone" type in the beginning that have become "talkers". I'll try to put interesting stories about our time with them on this page.

We have a rottweiler named Nikki. We went out one morning because we had two cows ready to have calves any day. We took the camera to take pictures of the calves. We had one calf, so we’re ready to get a picture.  We had just had cattle guards put in.  We’re walking around trying to get a picture of this calf when all of the sudden there was this terrible sounding “Mooooo!!”  Our first thought was that one of the cows had stepped into the cattle guard and gotten their foot stuck.  Then when we were headed to get on the 4 wheeler to find out what is going on, it dawned on us that with the cattle guards we no longer had a gate to close where the dogs were.  We jumped on the 4 wheeler and took off toward our Nikki.  She was surrounded by cattle and didn’t know what to do.  The longhorns had circled around her to keep her in check.  We drove up to her in the middle of the circle, had her come to us, and helped her get up on the 4 wheeler.  She was peeing all over the place.  The cows were still running at her.  Eddie threw his hands up and yelled “STOP!”  The cows looked up at him and stopped right where they were.  We drove between them and back up to the house.  Nikki didn’t get up for 4 hours!  She was 13 years old at that time, and we were sure she was going to die.  She didn’t though.  We had her with us for another 3 years before she went to Heaven.  She never did walk across that cattle guard again.


Nikki & Precious




We worked in Austin, TX on weekends.  We usually got home after dark on Sunday.  This one Sunday we got out of Austin early, so we got home when it was still daylight.  We decided to drive down to the next gate and check on the herd.  When we pulled up, there was a truck inside our property about 15 feet and the gate was standing wide open.  We pulled up to block the people from getting out of the gate to find out who they were and how they had a key to our gate.  It turned out that the guy worked for the man who owned the oil pumper on the property.  He was the maintenance guy.  On this particular night, though, he was meeting up with his girlfriend.  She was driving the truck.  We got out because our bull, Rocky was acting funny.  He had drawn a line in the sand and was not allowing any of the “girls” to cross over that line.  He quickly herded me into the group of girls, and proceeded to not allow me to cross that line either.  Eddie told the guy that he didn’t appreciate him leaving the gate opened, and that he needed to leave right now.  The guy said he had parked his Harley Davidson motorcycle over by the oil tanks, and that he needed to get it and would not be doing this again.  Eddie told him to get on his motorcycle and not to slow down when he drove by the cows.  The guy left, we closed the gate, and Rocky went back to letting everyone cross his line.  That’s how we learned what a “herd” bull is.  That’s a bull that will keep his girls away from any other bull, whether it’s across the fence, or across the road.



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