Post by jamshundred on Jul 27, 2015 15:09:36 GMT
Warsaw, Poland. Matylda escaped from her Polish farm two years ago and lived on the lam in a nearby forest, with local farmers saying she sometimes damaged their crops. She escaped the day after the owner brought her to the farm, survived two frigid winters, but lost her calf that had been seen with her a couple times and returned home with " many scars". Repeated attempts to catch had failed until the last one.
Gene, this reminds me of the cows you chased through the woods in So. Virgina, the one "we" chased for what seemed like hours in Paradise, and a young bull I took for slaughter who escaped the butcher and took off into the housing developments surrounding the place. I wondered then, and still do why there isn't a fence around the place to prevent it since I am sure my bull wasn't the first. I walked and walked and walked through yards that morning and could not find him. I went and got some feed at a nearby store and a bucket and started walking through the neighbor hood shaking it and through woods behind some houses not too far from the butcher place and that is when I spotted him. He couldn't resist the bucket I was rattling so when he had his head in it I dropped a lasso over his horns! I then got him through the woods one tree at at time. I would take the rope around a tree to give me traction to hold him as he struggled to be free, and after many trees and much struggle we made it to the edge of the woods a few hundred feet from the unloading area and one of the men at the butcher shop was sitting outside smoking and he came over to "help" me, and the bull jumped and bolted tearing the rope from my hands! He went back into the woods but not so far so with me shaking the feed bucket I was able to get close enough to grab the trailing lasso rope and start the process over again.
Yesterday I saw a woman who was going through the same thing. They took animals to slaughter and a young heifer loaded with with the group so rather than sort her out they planned to do that at the butcher than reload the heifer and take her home, but she escaped into a housing area nearby. What a nightmare as they live two hours away and keep traveling back and forth when she is sighted to catch her. Same thing happened . . . .a "helpful" person spooked her when they almost had her loaded the last trip!
I saw someone ask if Dexters are "hard" on fences or try to escape. I think they are pretty famous for it myself! Very adventuresome creatures. I rarely see a missed opportunity for freedom. Some granted by humans, some they make on their own. I had a bull I once saw "crawl" under an old machine shed building that had the elevated walkways above ground level. Humans have become so used to "domesticated" animals in their possession that they forget that all living things share a thirst for freedom.
Judy
Gene, this reminds me of the cows you chased through the woods in So. Virgina, the one "we" chased for what seemed like hours in Paradise, and a young bull I took for slaughter who escaped the butcher and took off into the housing developments surrounding the place. I wondered then, and still do why there isn't a fence around the place to prevent it since I am sure my bull wasn't the first. I walked and walked and walked through yards that morning and could not find him. I went and got some feed at a nearby store and a bucket and started walking through the neighbor hood shaking it and through woods behind some houses not too far from the butcher place and that is when I spotted him. He couldn't resist the bucket I was rattling so when he had his head in it I dropped a lasso over his horns! I then got him through the woods one tree at at time. I would take the rope around a tree to give me traction to hold him as he struggled to be free, and after many trees and much struggle we made it to the edge of the woods a few hundred feet from the unloading area and one of the men at the butcher shop was sitting outside smoking and he came over to "help" me, and the bull jumped and bolted tearing the rope from my hands! He went back into the woods but not so far so with me shaking the feed bucket I was able to get close enough to grab the trailing lasso rope and start the process over again.
Yesterday I saw a woman who was going through the same thing. They took animals to slaughter and a young heifer loaded with with the group so rather than sort her out they planned to do that at the butcher than reload the heifer and take her home, but she escaped into a housing area nearby. What a nightmare as they live two hours away and keep traveling back and forth when she is sighted to catch her. Same thing happened . . . .a "helpful" person spooked her when they almost had her loaded the last trip!
I saw someone ask if Dexters are "hard" on fences or try to escape. I think they are pretty famous for it myself! Very adventuresome creatures. I rarely see a missed opportunity for freedom. Some granted by humans, some they make on their own. I had a bull I once saw "crawl" under an old machine shed building that had the elevated walkways above ground level. Humans have become so used to "domesticated" animals in their possession that they forget that all living things share a thirst for freedom.
Judy
