was just thinking of the very same episode....you gotta love the mans gumption!Apparently Yes, as a farmer in your neighbouring county proved a few years ago.
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was just thinking of the very same episode....you gotta love the mans gumption!Apparently Yes, as a farmer in your neighbouring county proved a few years ago.
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I've got no issue with it until it goes wrong -as it clearly has here.Difference between a live export ship and a finishing shed?
so its ok to put slurry into the seaIt's hardly a problem out in the ocean.
Would that be the TK's ali box in your yard still?I've got no issue with it until it goes wrong -as it clearly has here.
Whether you could say it's more likely to go wrong than other methods of livestock husbandry is another matter I suppose.
I am reminded of a trip my late mum took once though.
She was tending some osses, and 2-3 pedigree bulls, as deck cargo- in loose boxes-, on a freighter for South Africa.
It was difficult enough already, until one of the bulls died en route.....over the side with him....shark bait.
(I should say my mum was a very difficult character at several levels, but an outstanding stockperson. the bull didn't die for lack of care)
On another job, in about 80-82, I was drivers mate up to Clyde bank, with a pedigree Char bull also bound for SA.
We stopped at a lairage for a day or two, and met up with the lad who was accompanying the bull.
All good.
Down onto the dockside, where the ship was moored.
With dozens of Glaswegian dockers looking on, a wooden crate was produced to load the bull. Which was fine, except that 3' (his entire hind quarters) stuck out the back of the crate.
The crowd grew, leaning in to prod the flanks of a very patient bull, as heads were scratched.
Ah ha! The answer was to lower the loosebox off the ship, and reload it with the bull on board.
So an enormous crane swung round, lowered the loosebox, and big Charlie led in happy enough.
(happy to be away from 728 weedgies who were beginning to plan steak suppers i always reckoned)
Up and away he and the loosebox went.....and as the bottom of the loosebox went past eye level, we were greeted with the arresting spectacle of the floor bowing down to the extent we could all clearly see the bottom 1/3 of the bulls legs.
It was too late to stop it then.... we held our breath, imagining how 24 cwt of charolais would freefall from 50-60 feet above the cobbles.
Somehow, the boards held, and he and the box made it safe on deck. We could all breath again.
The crowd dissipated, disappointed it had been an anti-climax.
We shut the ramp on the old TK, said our goodbyes to the lad accompanying the beast and set off for the next pick up.
Funny thing is, we heard later the bull was infertile anyway.
I've got no issue with it until it goes wrong -as it clearly has here.
Whether you could say it's more likely to go wrong than other methods of livestock husbandry is another matter I suppose.
I am reminded of a trip my late mum took once though.
She was tending some osses, and 2-3 pedigree bulls, as deck cargo- in loose boxes-, on a freighter for South Africa.
It was difficult enough already, until one of the bulls died en route.....over the side with him....shark bait.
(I should say my mum was a very difficult character at several levels, but an outstanding stockperson. the bull didn't die for lack of care)
On another job, in about 80-82, I was drivers mate up to Clyde bank, with a pedigree Char bull also bound for SA.
We stopped at a lairage for a day or two, and met up with the lad who was accompanying the bull.
All good.
Down onto the dockside, where the ship was moored.
With dozens of Glaswegian dockers looking on, a wooden crate was produced to load the bull. Which was fine, except that 3' (his entire hind quarters) stuck out the back of the crate.
The crowd grew, leaning in to prod the flanks of a very patient bull, as heads were scratched.
Ah ha! The answer was to lower the loosebox off the ship, and reload it with the bull on board.
So an enormous crane swung round, lowered the loosebox, and big Charlie led in happy enough.
(happy to be away from 728 weedgies who were beginning to plan steak suppers i always reckoned)
Up and away he and the loosebox went.....and as the bottom of the loosebox went past eye level, we were greeted with the arresting spectacle of the floor bowing down to the extent we could all clearly see the bottom 1/3 of the bulls legs.
It was too late to stop it then.... we held our breath, imagining how 24 cwt of charolais would freefall from 50-60 feet above the cobbles.
Somehow, the boards held, and he and the box made it safe on deck. We could all breath again.
The crowd dissipated, disappointed it had been an anti-climax.
We shut the ramp on the old TK, said our goodbyes to the lad accompanying the beast and set off for the next pick up.
Funny thing is, we heard later the bull was infertile anyway.
It’s where most human crap once ended up...probably still does in a lot of countriesso its ok to put slurry into the sea
No wonder he was infertile, swinging about at that height.I've got no issue with it until it goes wrong -as it clearly has here.
Whether you could say it's more likely to go wrong than other methods of livestock husbandry is another matter I suppose.
I am reminded of a trip my late mum took once though.
She was tending some osses, and 2-3 pedigree bulls, as deck cargo- in loose boxes-, on a freighter for South Africa.
It was difficult enough already, until one of the bulls died en route.....over the side with him....shark bait.
(I should say my mum was a very difficult character at several levels, but an outstanding stockperson. the bull didn't die for lack of care)
On another job, in about 80-82, I was drivers mate up to Clyde bank, with a pedigree Char bull also bound for SA.
We stopped at a lairage for a day or two, and met up with the lad who was accompanying the bull.
All good.
Down onto the dockside, where the ship was moored.
With dozens of Glaswegian dockers looking on, a wooden crate was produced to load the bull. Which was fine, except that 3' (his entire hind quarters) stuck out the back of the crate.
The crowd grew, leaning in to prod the flanks of a very patient bull, as heads were scratched.
Ah ha! The answer was to lower the loosebox off the ship, and reload it with the bull on board.
So an enormous crane swung round, lowered the loosebox, and big Charlie led in happy enough.
(happy to be away from 728 weedgies who were beginning to plan steak suppers i always reckoned)
Up and away he and the loosebox went.....and as the bottom of the loosebox went past eye level, we were greeted with the arresting spectacle of the floor bowing down to the extent we could all clearly see the bottom 1/3 of the bulls legs.
It was too late to stop it then.... we held our breath, imagining how 24 cwt of charolais would freefall from 50-60 feet above the cobbles.
Somehow, the boards held, and he and the box made it safe on deck. We could all breath again.
The crowd dissipated, disappointed it had been an anti-climax.
We shut the ramp on the old TK, said our goodbyes to the lad accompanying the beast and set off for the next pick up.
Funny thing is, we heard later the bull was infertile anyway.
Common practice in Carmarthenshire It seems.so its ok to put slurry into the sea
it has gone to sit in someone elses yard now, nut that's the very one. Bought new in 74 I thinkWould that be the TK's ali box in your yard still?
I have to say, i've never seen a more relaxed beast, given what was happening around him. (maybe someone had slipped him a mickey, as they used to say)No wonder he was infertile, swinging about at that height.
His balls would be up round his neck
relaxed! no there tired and you would be if youed been on a cruise that long!I have to say, i've never seen a more relaxed beast, given what was happening around him. (maybe someone had slipped him a mickey, as they used to say)
The post you quote relates to a bull from the UK being loaded in the UK.relaxed! no there tired and you would be if youed been on a cruise that long!
oops!The post you quote relates to a bull from the UK being loaded in the UK.
My father exported loads of dairy cattle to various places , including Spain, Portugal, Oman, UAE and believe it or not, Yemen!I've got no issue with it until it goes wrong -as it clearly has here.
Whether you could say it's more likely to go wrong than other methods of livestock husbandry is another matter I suppose.
I am reminded of a trip my late mum took once though.
She was tending some osses, and 2-3 pedigree bulls, as deck cargo- in loose boxes-, on a freighter for South Africa.
It was difficult enough already, until one of the bulls died en route.....over the side with him....shark bait.
(I should say my mum was a very difficult character at several levels, but an outstanding stockperson. the bull didn't die for lack of care)
On another job, in about 80-82, I was drivers mate up to Clyde bank, with a pedigree Char bull also bound for SA.
We stopped at a lairage for a day or two, and met up with the lad who was accompanying the bull.
All good.
Down onto the dockside, where the ship was moored.
With dozens of Glaswegian dockers looking on, a wooden crate was produced to load the bull. Which was fine, except that 3' (his entire hind quarters) stuck out the back of the crate.
The crowd grew, leaning in to prod the flanks of a very patient bull, as heads were scratched.
Ah ha! The answer was to lower the loosebox off the ship, and reload it with the bull on board.
So an enormous crane swung round, lowered the loosebox, and big Charlie led in happy enough.
(happy to be away from 728 weedgies who were beginning to plan steak suppers i always reckoned)
Up and away he and the loosebox went.....and as the bottom of the loosebox went past eye level, we were greeted with the arresting spectacle of the floor bowing down to the extent we could all clearly see the bottom 1/3 of the bulls legs.
It was too late to stop it then.... we held our breath, imagining how 24 cwt of charolais would freefall from 50-60 feet above the cobbles.
Somehow, the boards held, and he and the box made it safe on deck. We could all breath again.
The crowd dissipated, disappointed it had been an anti-climax.
We shut the ramp on the old TK, said our goodbyes to the lad accompanying the beast and set off for the next pick up.
Funny thing is, we heard later the bull was infertile anyway.
We had to send Bulls to the Middle East because AI is against the Quran!
Sheikh once told me the cow always had the humpI don't disbelieve you, but it was the Arabs who invented AI . Domestic camels find it very difficult to get it together, no idea why
Once went to a tapas bar for a meal in Penrith the bar lady turned a big TV on with bullfighting on after 10 minutes I walked straight out without paying how the feck is that allowed in this day and ageIf they were exported from Spain, Spain should have an obligation to taking them back if their intended destination rejects them. There's no excuse for playing politics or silly-buggers with them, but then again we are talking about a country whose national 'sport' is bullfighting.
The sexual life of the camel, is stranger than anyone thinksI don't disbelieve you, but it was the Arabs who invented AI . Domestic camels find it very difficult to get it together, no idea why
No wonder they need AIThe sexual life of the camel, is stranger than anyone thinks
At the height of the mating season, it tries to b————— the sphinx