We named the new Jersey heifer Mercy. No other name seemed to fit. It may have had something to do with the fact that I expect both of us will need quite a bit of extra mercy if the time ever does come to attempt to milk her on a daily basis. She has mostly just been enjoying her easy life of grazing on green pastures for the past couple of months since bringing her home, but the time came to gentle her if we were ever going to do it. Rather than me risking life and limb I called in the pros: two young nephews who have a reputation for being Cow Whisperers.
Thankfully they were the first ones to rub her all over.
They even broke her to ride, in case, you know, I get the crazy idea to ride her after I'm done milking her.
She gave them a little run for their money, but all in all she proved to be just what we had hoped for with a Jersey: calm, sweet and docile.
Since Mercy proved to be so easy the boys decided to gentle Thomas the big steer.
He now thinks he should get a hug from me every day, too. Every day until I eat you, Mr. Thomas.