Kodi the Cowdog stories are a monthly series based on a book titled, “Letters from Kodi, The Little Cowdog With The Wiggly Butt”. The book is written by Brangus producer and IBBA member Phyllis Clem, through the eyes of Kodi, a miniature Australian Shepherd.
How are things at your place? Everything is fine here at our ranch. Busy as usual though. There never seems to be a day when there is not something that needs doing. I guess it is better to be busy rather than bored because I would probably get into some trouble if I didn’t have things to do. You know how mischievous I can be. Now that I am four years old, I had a birthday on the 20th of May, I am getting to be more mature, but every so often that little devilish voice comes into my head and I’ve just got to go and do something I’m not supposed to, like bark at Sug or the young bulls or pounce on Mr. P when he’s napping. Sometimes I get away with my devilish deed, but usually I hear “Kodi, NO” and have to go back to being a little angel. Mama says my halo is a little crooked most of the time. I wonder what she means by that. Mr. P says he laughs just thinking about me being an angel because in his eyes, my devilish side is the one he sees most of the time. In my defense though, it would be kind of boring around here if I always behaved as I should.
And as I’ve said before, there’s never a dull moment if you’re in the cattle business. Only one of ‘my girls’ was left to calve this spring, so when Daddy and I were out making our afternoon check of things a few days ago, we noticed she was in the calving process. We waited around a while from a distance so as not to disturb her and a little heifer finally came into the world. But mama cow was near a creek and when the new baby tried to stand she fell over, you guessed it, right into the water. Daddy was afraid she might drown since it was about four feet deep in that spot and the calf was in over her head. Daddy got there in a hurry and jumped in to get her upright and out on the bank. Well her mama didn’t like that at all and she came in the water after him. All this time the little heifer was bawling which made her mama fighting mad and to make matters worse Daddy thought he saw a snake swim by (he doesn’t care for those critters). The bank was slippery so he had a lot of trouble pushing the baby up and out to dry land, made even harder since mama cow was snorting mad! Finally the task was completed and the baby followed her mama off to join the rest of the herd. You should have seen Daddy because he was soaked to the skin and tuckered out. I stayed put during all this fiasco because sometimes it’s better to be quiet and not make matters worse. And I didn’t want the mad mama to remember this incident the next time I’m in the vicinity of her back feet. The next day mama cow and baby were with the rest of the pairs just like nothing had ever happened. And a few days later that little heifer was just one of the “band of rowdies”. She doesn’t know how lucky she is though because things sure could have turned out differently if we hadn’t been there.
You may remember my mentioning that there have been lots of different kinds of ducks on all our ponds this past winter. One day they all seemed to disappear, but a few mornings ago I noticed one swimming around on the small pond near the edge of some woods. And she had a whole bunch of little ones paddling right along behind her! My folks stopped to look as did I and I guess that bothered her because she started quacking and flapping her wings kind of like she was telling those young’uns to get moving since there’s danger close by. She didn’t need to worry about me though, but she might have thought I was a coyote. I guess ducks can’t tell the difference between us little cowdogs and a dangerous coyote and need to be careful. She got those babies to swim over to some tall grass where they were hidden from view and safe. I haven’t seen them since that morning, but I always stop and take a look.