Roots In Sweden

"Chick Flicks to the Rescue"

We have a new bull.   

Here he is.

(We don't use artificial insemination so 
we have to rotate/replace our bulls every two years

 when their heifer/daughters reach the age for a first pregnancy.)

As bulls go, 
he is considered downright gorgeous!

(Check out the muscular body - broad face - nice eyes...)

For the first few days we had him stay in a roomy pen

 in the Young Animal barn,

 so he could have a chance to settle down 

 and get used to his new surroundings. 

(He seemed pretty aggressive but that was to be expected in a new bull. )

We didn't have a name for him yet,

 and we still had a few cows in the herd who were also nameless, but other issues were crowding in at the time so we put that one on hold.

 When the cold, wet days of Autumn begin
 it is fairly straightforward

 to bring in the cows for milking.

They actually come from the field themselves

and wait at the gate for us to unhook it.

Then they gallop through, anxious to be into the warm barn,

 where they know the grain feeders are full,

and the fresh hay is on the feeding table.

But two days ago...

the new guy in town was let out into the field for the first time and 
had his chance to meet some of the

"prettiest girls in Sweden,"

(...that would be our milk cows.)

The response was every young man's bull's dream:

they loved him!

Every cow wanted her chance to be near him, hunk that he was,
especially at the water cup where a girl could really get 
up close and personal.

But when it came time for the cows to come in to be milked, 

this young cow refused!

There were several of us there, the leaves were falling from the trees, 

the icy wind was blowing,

 and the dampness was chilling, 

so I went to the fence to talk to both of them...

 I tried to reason with the cow first, 

reminding her that it was time to come into the warm barn, 

and how uncomfortable she would be if she missed her milking.

She looked at me squarely, 
considered what I had said for a moment, 

and then, to the astonishment of all present, 

she shook her head NO! 

(See the blurring there with her head shaking?)

Amazed, but spurred on by the unlikely , (but seemingly apparent) comprehension of the two, 

I appealed next to the bull. 

Reminding him that  - #1. he was in our employ,  

and #2. he could go onto the 

"S" list

( the "S" stands for "Slaughter")

at any time for erratic behavior.

 I encouraged him to give the cow a nudge toward the barn.

The response was identical.  He looked at all of us head on ,

and shook his head NO!

(Note the blurring of the bull this time.)

They stayed out in the field together

the entire night.

The next morning it occurred to those of us who 

had a penchant for all Jane Austen videos,

but "Pride and Prejudice" in particular ,

that this scenario was dangerously close to providing 

the perfect name for the new bull and also for that particular cow....

"Mr. Wickham and Lydia".

quoting from the video ALMOST verbatim and describing the determined, and disobedient eloping lovers of the tale,

 we said, in our best Mr. Bennett voice:

"....Mr. Wickham and Lydia have been discovered in London and

she will not leave him..."

The name problem was solved!