See this ram...his wide majestic horns...perfect curl...oh, and the symmetry!!! His name is Cully...I know kind of a bad name for a herd sire. (a cull animal is one that you basically take out of your breeding flock because they don't measure up for one reason or another). But, he came to us with that name...and since I don't like to change their names if they come to us with one already...well, he's stuck with Cully. But, it might have been a bad idea... he might be living up to his name. (Naw...I couldn't really cull him...look at that face...)
Well, I'm wondering...with a horn spread like that and that curl that could quite easily get hooked up in the cattle panel fencing... how does he manage to continually "squeeze through" a 6-inch opening, at most, in between the fences???
After several days of this, I finally figured out how he was getting out...and still can't believe he didn't get his horns hung up in the cattle panel!!
Boy, did he have fun with it though! It was getting to the point that I think he was getting out just to prove that he could. I would pass by the kitchen window and step back for a double take. And, there would be Mr. Cully almost posing, as if to say "what's wrong with this picture? I know you're a smart shepherd...come on, you can figure it out!" I would trudge out to the rams' pen with my wire and pliers and rewire and rewire...often scratching my head. I was beginning to think he was jumping over the fence.
Or, like the one morning when he decided not to wait patiently for his hay...I was in the barn grabbing his bale and when I looked up there he was at the barn door!! Lucky, for me the tips of his curling horns make great handles!!
And, Jacob tells the story of the day he was sent out to catch Cully, again. And, Cully had high-tailed it to the little catch pen in the barn and was waiting inside, as if to say, "nananana...I beat you!"
Well, we are hoping for some very fine lambs from Cully in the next couple of weeks...we just hope they don't get orneriness from their sire!