I've told the story before about being mown down by our new Swaledale tup. All my own fault, being too confident in amongst him and his ewes. The other Swaley tups knew me and my ways and weren't threatened by it, so I stupidly didn't stop to think that this new-to-us boy wouldn't yet know that I wasn't a threat.
And yes, getting safely to where the food is going to be dished up is a problem. I was twice floored from behind by a BFL tup, angry that I was leading them to where I wanted them with a bucket of cake, and clever enough to work out how to get that cake onto the ground.
More clever than me, clearly, since he got me the same way twice.
Funny story
- but the fact is my back will never be quite as good as it was
I guess we farmers tend to use the ubiquitous quad bike as the helicopter - we can deliver ourselves and the cake safely to the middle of the field, and get out of trouble, in a way we couldn't on foot.
Where I have fed tups in the field, I would usually use a bucket not a trough, so you can put the bucket down for him (or hold it for him if the ewes are with him - but take care how you keep the ewes at bay lest he think he needs to protect him : see opening para
) as soon as he arrives with you. Trying to keep safe while carrying the cake he wants to the trough you are nowhere near is a recipe for an accident - see second para