Tuesday, January 27, 2015
This Saturday was the second time I had ever washed George, and he needed it. Luckily, he took to it well enough, and I was able to do it fairly quickly... Until I got to his face. One thing that I've figured out over the years of doing steers is that steers DO NOT liked to be washed in the face. Every time before, I have been blessed enough to have a mostly black steer, so I didn't have to worry about washing their face with soap as much, but this year, I have George, who has a massive patch of white on his four head. The moment the water touched his face, he went from a calm, gentle steer to a wild animal. It took me thirty minutes alone just to finish washing his face. It was quite the adventure.