Moo of the Month (Bovine Biographies)
January 2009 – Krishna Kripa (Scroll down)
February 2009 – Bhakti (Scroll down)
March 2009 – Moo of the Month
My name is Braj and I’m one of the oldest of all the cows here. I was born in 1989 here on the farm. So I’ll be turning 20 this year (that’s makes me about 100 in human years!). My father was Dharma. He was that speckled Brahma bull they had here. He died about 10 years ago. My mom Ganga who was a big, and I mean big, Holstein was the sweetest cow there ever was. Or so I’m told. She’s passed on now too.
All I can say is I’m not the sweetest cow here. If fact, some say I’m downright grumpy. I could say that it’s because I’m really old now, but the others will tell you I’ve always been a bit grumpy. Well, yeah, I have to agree. I just don’t like people very much. I even bully the other cows. I heard that when my father was young he used to like to chase people so maybe I take after him.
I do let the cowherd people take care of me and I even let them trim my hooves, but I definitely did not like it and told them so. When I was younger I used to do a little work with the other oxen, but I guess the cowherd people decided I was just too much trouble and put me out to pasture. I’ve been here ever since just hanging out. I’m getting kind of thin now due to my age, but I’m still the king of the herd. I even tell Burfi what to do and he’s a lot bigger than me. Oh well, if you ask me what I like best I’d say eating, sitting in the sun, and bullying the other cows—and people too. Have a nice day. >:)
February 2009 – Moo of the Month
I am a Jersey cow. My name is Bhakti now, but I was known as Barbie when I used to live at a commercial dairy in Trenton, Florida. I was rescued from that sad place where I would have been sold for slaughter by some nice people who brought me to Save the Cow in late 1997. Unknown to them and to the people that had sold me I was pregnant at the time and my daughter Rukmini was born in 1998. When I was at the dairy, I had seven calves that were taken from me at birth never to be seen again. Rukmini is the only calf of mine that I was able to nurse and watch grow up and still lives here at the farm with me. She has horns and can be quite pushy sometimes. I don’t where she gets that from. I don’t push but I have been told that I’m very vocal. I guess that means I know how to get what I want.
Some of the other cows here don’t seem to mind dogs very much. I’ve even seen Gauri let the cowherd dog Gopa lead her on a rope. I don’t like dogs at all. See my ear? When I lived at the dairy I was attacked by dogs and they bit off part of my ear. Gopa is ok, he doesn’t bother me but I do keep an eye on him. I’m now 18 years old and retired and living a quiet and happy life here. So come and visit me. I’m a little shy at first but once we get to know each other you’ll see how gentle and friendly I can be.
January 2009 – Moo of the Month
I’m Krishna Kripa and I’m 15 years old. My name means Krishna’s mercy. I’m called that because when I was just a day old I was saved from the veal crate at a big dairy. It’s common for dairies to take calves away from their mothers when they’re first born, so I never nursed from my mother or even saw her. Some kind people bought me and put me in the back of their car and brought me to this farm. Once I was here they put me with another calf that was being bottle fed and we became close buddies. They called me Little Piggy when I nursed from the bottle because I was very noisy about it.
My buddy Radhastami (Radee) and I grew up together and we started our training to be a working ox team when we were a couple of months old. At first we were just walked on a rope and then, as we grew, we were yoked up and we started pulling light loads like an old tire. Then we graduated to pulling heavier things. Before there were cars people used horses and oxen to pull their wagons. If you look at old photos of the wagon trains that went west many of them were pulled by oxen, not horses.
Bhakta Maury did most of our training and we get very excited when we see his truck because we know we will either go somewhere outside our pasture or get some nice grains to eat or maybe both. I am a Holstein and I’m pretty big for my breed, at least that’s what the vet said. I had a growth on my eye and the same vet said that it was caused from the sun like skin cancer, only right on the white part of my eye. He gave me a couple of shots in the tumor (Ouch!) and later I had to have a second treatment with a cream. The vet said if that doesn’t work and tumor grows, I may have to have my eye removed, but so far so good.
Radee and I are very gentle and we both love to be brushed and petted. We have done some exciting things over the years like pull a float in the Christmas parade and once we were featured at a historic farm’s spring festival. But we’re getting older now so we don’t work much anymore—just a pull a wagon full of giggling children now and then.
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