Fritz
Big Daddy himself - Fritz. He’s got a sexy moptop of curls and doesn’t mind a few friends with no benefits (Eight and Stray Horn). Most days, he’s focused solely on fresh grass or a few snacks. But with fifteen wives, the weekends are all about those one-on-one dates for a special lady with a branded bottom.
He's slow walker, yet first at the trough. And always willing to babysit in exchange for that Friday night date.
The big bull on a family ranch
From March 19, 2018
Country lessons from a newbie... which means I'm sure I'm leaving out really important details and providing some generalizations that will cause my cowboy to cringe, so consider the source and the fact that my education is only about 7 months in...
Ranching. What little I paid attention to on tv typically showed dairy cows (we don't have 'em here) or huge cattle operations with cowboys riding horseback and making sure the calves stayed with their mommas. Our operation is MUCH smaller, our horses aren't for riding, and the calves don't arrive all at once.
Which brings me to today's lesson. When ranches have calves all about the same age, that's because of planning and some artificial assistance going on. No 2000 pound bull, no romps in the woods, no romantic music. We, however, have Fritz. Which is why we have the #BeefyBoys (Harvey, Mr. Velvet, Spot) which will be weaned soon, and the newer arrivals such as Tex, Maddie and Cocoa, that will stay with their mommas for several more months. And if calves are arriving pretty much year round, it means Fritz has a very active social life. As active as one can be with 16 Sister Wives.
Yesterday, we noticed that our Mr. Love Muffin was being especially attentive to one of his lady friends. Not overly attentive... just following her around a little closer than normal, before he became distracted by fresh grass. At 2000 pounds (give or take a few hundred), he has to carefully weigh his options: grazing or lady-loving. And we'll just say he ain't missin' no meals.
Apparently, he eventually tired of grazing and tried to woo his gal, but again - he's about 2000 pounds. Tonight, he was the last one to arrive for some dinner (very rare) and we noticed he has a slight limp. Nothing bad, nothing call-the-vet-now, just a his-back-legs-can't-fully-support-his-weight and now he has a sore ankle. He's also not showing any interest in his ladies.
So when I came across Fritz later, lying in the grass and just watching his growing family graze, we had a chat. We discussed the importance of wooing, taking things slow, and yes, sometimes it's okay to just cuddle. I think he appreciated that. Sometimes there's just too much pressure on a bull!