Apart from the next door neighbor's two feral pure(in)bred brain dead cows that got into the herd a while back, and who seem to think that jumping fences is reasonable behaviour, all went through the new race unscathed. Those two spinners are enough to lead you to believe that a cow could jump over the moon. They are one of the reasons we had to build the new yards - we couldn't hold them in the old ones to get them onto a truck, and the bastards are teaching our quiet herd bad habits. The sooner they're gone the better. They are not well liked by the old girls anyway, who make their antipathy towards them known in no uncertain terms.
We finally got the old fly tags off, tagged a bunch of calves for market and G-Man is joyfully at work putting the finishing touches on the race - kick boards so the animals don't cut their feet on the corro at the bottom of the sides and a couple more gates and it's all done.
It is a fantastic system - humans completely enclosed in a safe area, and buffalo-girls all going round the outside. No one can see what's going on up ahead, especially not what is going on in the crush, and all remain calm and collected.
Thank god it all went ok - it's taken G-man months of solid solitary work to build the new yards, and I've been bugger all help at all. I think he'd have had a nervous breakdown, or at least a massive dummy spit if the cows decided not to play. Indeed, the young steers think it is actually a game, and practically skip through - though nothing dodgy has happened to them in the crush yet, apart from some fairly painless ear tagging.
Thank you Ms Grandin - you are a genius.