"Highland Cattle New Zealand" - Glenloch Fold
Our small fold in Rotorua was lush with grass , so what do we need to graze our pastures. Dijon the Dog only ate grass as medicine, Ginger the Goat ate the flowers and Piwee the sheep drank milk. |
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Some coos to graze those pastures. But what !! we asked. Around here all you see is Dairy Cows. How about some Highland Cross Cows? They will eat your grass. And so our Fold evolved. Bruno, Blondie, Fife. |
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We went the AI way, the technician even said "A Bottle of Whisky if they're not all pregnant" We never did get that Bottle. But the next year our luck would change and three Calves were born. Yippee they're all, OH NO, BULL'S. Buzzer, Bullie, Buster. |
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Did you hear of the first sale of Highland Cattle at Otorohanga, well there was Balahough May 5, with the same birth date as my wife Gail. How could we resist. The hammer down and yes she's all yours. |
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AI, we got it right, we'll just run a backup Bull. The time went by, the due date passed, and so the evidence arrived. One hundred percent heifers, the numbers grew. Inverness and Elliven. |
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Yippy, our first purebred.
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"Highland Cattle New Zealand" - Glenloch Fold
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