Cowboy Poetry: "Bull Sale" by Karen StockettCowboy Poetry: "Bull Sale" by Karen Stockett
This poem describes the excitement that can be found at a bull sale.
May 4, 2016

My husband’s at a bull sale
So you know what that means.
The place becomes the setting
Of a cowboy comic scene.
He fed and checked the heifers
And nothing looked that close,
But that’s the kind of challenge
That heifers love the most.
He couldn’t have made the bull sale
Before the fun set in.
The crazy heifer’s calving,
Will I have to get her in?
He said to wait to tag that calf,
He’ll help when he gets home.
I’m more than just a little mad,
I can do things on my own.
Launching in the feeder
Since I couldn’t reach the gate,
Peering through the hay and bars
I agree that job can wait.
The crazy heifer’s up and down,
I haven’t been too close.
Thank God for binoculars,
And two feet, then a nose.
The milk cow’s kicking off her calves,
She’s hurting and she’s mad.
Sure enough, mastitis,
I hope it’s not too bad.
It’s three warm bottles later,
With happy little calves,
A milk cow that feels better
And a pair of worn out hands.
I ride the draws for problems,
They’ve had a busy day.
I breathe a silent prayer of thanks,
It seems that all’s ok.
I hit the couch exhausted,
But happy and content.
I always worry when he goes
And yet I’m glad he went.
He gets back home with all the news
Of bulls and cows and kids.
He got the bull we wanted
But it took some healthy bids.
He hopes that I don’t mind,
He got us supper on the way.
He hopes I had time to relax,
But not too slow a day.
You might also like:
How to control sucking & biting lice on cattle
When is the best time to wean? It might be younger than you think
Late-gestation trace mineral supplementation shows promise
7 tips for limiting the spread of invasive species in your pastures
You May Also Like