We call him “The Jumper.”

He’s a gazelle disguised as a bull-calf Hereford.

He can leap tall buildings in a single bound.

He is the bane of my existence.

Throughout the years, there have been many, MANY calves born on this farm.  All have been well mannered and easy going…  except for “The Jumper.”

He is not deterred by cattle gates, the electric fence, the dogs or the 8 foot drop-off outside the barn door.  He is simply possessed and a pain in the a**.

During one of his routine jailbreaks, he wandered into the upper haymow, made his way around the tractor, over the opening for the hay shoot, past the round bales, across the old sawdust pile and right to the only corner of the barn where the floor was rotted.  Three legs went through the floorboards and there he stayed – hooves dangling through the ceiling below.  Luckily, he did not struggle, but contently munched on the loose hay while he waited for rescue.