Our Crazy Cow has been sold. She was the meanest cow in the auction barn, she was the biggest cow in the sale. We have been trying to load her up for months, It may be a year.  She throws good calves, but you cannot touch her. In the pasture when she is grazing you never met a sweeter cow, as long as you don’t tell her what to do.She would walk right by you even smile a bit as she walked by.

Yesterday afternoon Hubby decided it was time to sell her. I wanted to help but Dunk and Gator said no. As mean as she is you want to watch her in action. I got left behind.

Now Uncle B and Hubby who for their lack of tree trimming knowledge know cattle. They know Crazy Cow, everyone respects her in our family. The only way Hubby even got her interested in a pen was to throw out cubes, which are heavy in molasses. The younger calves were getting fed candy, while she could go or not go in the pen. As more cubes came out and more calves went in Crazy Cow could not stand to be ignored. She wanted cubes, but her plan was to go in and out. Hubby and Uncle B let her do it time and time again. Uncle B in a surprise attack shut the gate, she almost clipped him. He almost was a goner. Uncle B and Hubby are not afraid of cows, but they do respect them.  She gave Uncle B and Hubby the death stare, getting her in the trailer seemed easy, until they got to the auction barn.

She had tried to open every gate in the trailer. She was not happy.The workers had a heck of time just getting her through the pens. They finally found her a secure pen outside, wooden pens are toothpicks to her. As Grandpa said the fact the barn was still in tack was a miracle. Dunk said she had to be tested for Brucellosis. I am unsure of how they test you, but I do know they had to touch her. She went just like we expected her to Crazy. She even went after a cutting horse, that was went the auction workers knew she was indeed this week’s Crazy Cow. Dunk said knowing what she is like most don’t believe you until you watch others try to work her.

Today as I rushed through the sale barn Dunk made me stop and look. She was about to be sold. Most of them knew to stay clear of her. One guy in the middle of the alley apparently did not know about Crazy Cow. I saw him waving the hot shot within about six inches of her, while the gates were closed. He was in the open, thinking he could turn the group around.  I said “don’t touch her, she will come after you.” He looked up like I was a crazy cow woman. He did not touch her thankfully. His life whether he knew it or not was in her hands, if she had decided with one small kick he would be history. She knew it and I knew it.

For most of the day they had left her alone, only moving her when she went to the ring. It was her during journey to the ring that she got irritated. By the time she was going in the ring, two gates were open workers were on the outside of the pen. She will not be disrespected. I told the guys on the other side of the alley to get behind gates.  Knowing a cow is out to kill you somehow makes you a bit more careful. She ran down the ally and outside to he pen she wanted to be in.

For all her anger I watch her with happiness. You have to admit she is the Crazy Cow you will never forget. She could killed any number of men on Friday but she did not. She is a great mom, as long as you don’t move her. She roamed by our cars our goats, our dogs and even Tom without attacking anyone. It is only when she knew we wanted her to go to a pen would she act up. I was thrilled Crazy Cow did not take anyone down, the horse was okay but the owner was totally miffed. I understand.

I wish I had her picture, I wish I could forever memorialize her. She just like Bodacious should be well known and adored for what she is a Crazy Cow.

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