May (black halter) is expecting in September thanks to a straw. We held off on breeding Flora (red halter) because she was a bit younger. It struck us as a good idea to send Flora to the bull rather than bring the bull home, especially since the dairyman we bought Flora and May from didn’t mind. Further, there was a chance that the dairyman was going to get some pretty high-priced straws in time to use on Flora. She met the bull instead. Anyway, off they went just in time for us to get through kidding our goats. The cows came home again yesterday. It’s time to stop dancing.
It was nice having a month off from moving the cows. They came back fat and slick, maybe a bit spoiled. My pastures (yard) don’t compare to Steve’s pastures. Not at all. But we’re improving year after year.
Chism Heritage Farm 
The whole thing is kind of a dance, don’t you think? Joel Salatin talks about the choreography or ballet of the pasture, referring to how he rotates all his critters around, but the whole shebang of a mixed farm is a dance – first one thing is prancing around in front of you needing, no, demanding attention, then something else pops out from the side and takes over, and so it goes till finally the weather gets cold, and everything hunkers down.
From Rufus T. Firefly
“I could dance with you till the cows come home. On second thought, I’d rather dance with the cows till you came home.”
No doubt the management of livestock has a rythm of its own. Heck, all management has a certain rythm. What’s this “hunker down” you speak of? You seem to indicate there’s a time of year when things actually slow down. Sounds like a nice theory.
Sorry…forgot this was about cows…I will be hunkering down, you will be milking.