Quotes About Cattle

Now a little boy or girl, and many an older person, thinks that a spotted horse is the real thing, but practical cattle men know that this freak of color in range-bred horses is the result of in-and-in breeding, with consequent physical and mental deterioration.

Old Western Trail.

The guards usually sing or whistle continuously, so that the sleeping herd may know that a friend and not an enemy is keeping vigil over their dreams. A sleeping herd of cattle make a pretty picture on a clear moonlight night, chewing their cuds and grunting and blowing over contented stomachs. The night horses soon learn their duty, and a rider may fall asleep or doze along in the saddle, but the horses will maintain their distance in their leisurely, sentinel rounds.

cowcatcher n. NORTH AMERICAN a metal frame at the front of a locomotive for pushing aside cattle or other obstacles on the line.

I love Westerns!

I want to do a western. Nobody does westerns anymore.

Right whales - so named because they were 'the right whale to kill' - grazed the waters off Nantucket as if they were seagoing cattle, straining the nutrient-rich surface of the ocean through the bushy plates of baleen in their perpetually grinning mouths.

I think it's always good for the author to stay a good cattle prod's distance from the actual moviemaking.

Praise Him, sun and moon . . . fire and hail, snow and clouds . . . mountains . . . cattle . . . creeping things and flying fowl . . . all peoples. . . . Let them praise the name of the Lord. – from Psalm 148

Grant promised to send the Oglala Sioux large herds of sheep and cattle for raising stock and to build schools that would teach them English. For the Indians, however, this didn't mean salvation so much as the wanton destruction of their traditional culture.

I hate cowboys. There's nothing I can do to them a horse has not done

Cowboys are the worst. Not much I can do to them that a horse already hasn't. - Reacher

The old barn had a history. Nine-year-old Sally Ferman had heard all of the stories, and every single one scared her. Her dad told her that the farm was originally owned by a young German immigrant by the name of Hans Schneider. He built a cabin and married a French woman, Rebecca. They had three sons, and over the years, Hans and his boys built the barn, raised cattle and sheep, and grew tobacco and corn

Steven maneuvered the horse among the cattle that strayed from the herd as easily as if Emma hadn't been mounted in front of him, whistling and waving his hat at times. In calmer moments, he told Emma about Fairhaven, his home in Louisiana. He told her how many children they were going to have, and exactly where each one would be conceived. When they got to Spokane, he promised, he was going to take a hotel room and keep her tossing on the mattress for a full day and night. Emma

Most people are too silly to be truly interested in any thing. They herd together like cattle, and do not know what is good for them.

the problem with governments these days. They want to do things all the time; they are always very busy thinking of what things they can do next. That is not what people want. People want to be left alone to look after their cattle.

There you are," said Mma Makutsi. "Women have been tricked. They have tricked us, Mma. And we walked into their trap like cattle.

And they both had the land about them; the sky that went on forever, it seemed, and was filled with sun and with the air that they all needed, that the cattle needed, that the animals in the Kalahari needed--there was plenty of that; they had Botswana. So everybody had the things that mattered, when you came to think of it...

It was an innocent enough activity, after all; like looking at the sky, perhaps, when the sun was going down and had made the clouds copper-red, or looking at a herd of fine cattle moving slowly over the land when rains had brought on the sweet green grass. These were pleasures which the soul needed from time to time, and she would wait for Mma Makutsi until she had examined the shoes from all angles.

Why should cattle have the gift of freedom? Their heritage from generation to generation is the belled yoke and the lash.

Would your family support you if you decided you didn't want to be a cattle baron and run the family dynasty?" "Cattle baron, am I now?

scheduled to begin Monday. The next morning, the crew rode to look at Slaughter's cows and calves. They saw most of them and told Chet he made a very good buy. The cattle were great. Chet and Jesus took the late stage back from Tombstone. Fred and Spencer took a room, stabled the horses, and were to join them Saturday night in Tucson.

I grew up in southeastern Oklahoma on a working cattle ranch, and it was always very romantic to me: The West, the cowboy, the Western way of life.

Most of the time, however, the cruelty of Soviet camp guards was unthinking, stupid, lazy cruelty, of the sort that might be shown to cattle or sheep.