I'll agree with that! We heard that most people thought Ayrshires were the loopiest. We had one come in for a few months that had ripped his ring out of his nose at some point so he had no septum which meant he had to be handled using a bridle and head rope. I never worked him. I left that to the head stockman. He was paid extra, a lot more than me and as such didn't have the luxury of say SOD THAT, which i could
We also had one come in, Avondale Starligh Posch. Funny how some names stick...
He came in with TWO rings in his nose. One too big, you could almost pull it over his lower lip and one too small that was cutting into his flesh, which has become infected and was BLOODY SORE!
It was of no surprise that the owner and people who dropped him off said he was bloody loopy! He had to be sedated to get him into the lorry to us. The first thing our vet did was have both rings cut out to allow his nose to heal.
To catch him prior to mucking out we had to resort to climbing the dividing walls of the pens either side of his and trying to lassoo him. Have you ever tried to do that? John Wayne makes it look easy. For us lot it was two blokes on either wall and half an hour with Posch shooting us dirty looks every time we missed.
It did get easier though. But not for the reason you think. WE didn't get better but i think he took pity on us. After we kept at it and eventuall got a rope over his head we'd then throw the other end so someone could lean in through the manger and hook the end and then pull him in so we could tie the rope up. Then we could go in and carefully muck him out. After a few weeks if you threw the rope so it landed on his head he'd assume he was caught and would stick his head into the manger so someone outside could then put another rope around his neck and tie him up. Then after that if the rope landed on his neck or shoulders he'd give up and come in. Then if it landed on his back he'd do the same. It wasn't too long before you'd only have to open the manger door, throw one end into the pen and he'd come in. The awkward sod never did what every other bull would do though, which was just throw a scoop of food into the manger and they'd come in. He always insisted you throw a rope at him, or at least in his general direction!
We'd heard that he was a homicidal bull. Almost impossible to handle. We found him just nervous at first and after a couple of months was just fine. Easy in fact. It's amazing how animals act when you don't abuse/mistreat them!
We had a couple like that. Cofton Polyanther's Carter was one. A Jersey short arse of a bull. Soft as muck. Always up to the gate for a head scrath when you walked past. He went back home to his owner for a few months. One of our guys, the same guy who knocked the tractor out of gear went to collect him using our horse box. He turned up at the farm. Their chap pointed to Carter's pen and wandered off to get help saying he'd be back shortly. Our guy opened up the horse box, grabbed a head rope, went to Carter, put the rope on him over the door, opened it and lead him into the trailer. He'd got him tied up before the other guy turned up with a mate to help. When they saw Carter already in the trailer they went nuts! Calling our guy a stupid idiot and asking him if he'd got a deathwish or something. He said they were the stupid ones. Carter was like a puppy! They then told him that Carter had killed a cow and half demolished a brick pen and showed him. Judging by how he reacted when someone went into his pen with a fork or broom, we reckoned they'd been beating hime with either a long stick or broom. He was very nervous and you had to make sure he knew you were there before you walked into his pen. I remember walking in slowly talking to him to sweep up and i'd walked past him to the back of the pen and while talking to him watched him slowly pull back and break his ring. I exited quickly. It must have hurt like hell to just keep pulling back until the ring broke. After about six months though he was back to our 'old' Carter.
Another nutter was Percy. Can't remember his full name. He was a nutter. Just used to play up but one guy couldn't get near him. He was about 5 foot 4. Everyone else was around the six foot mark. We couldn't understand why we could handle him but not him. ANd then one day his owner turned up to see him. We took him outside and tied him to the exerciser for the owner to see. When Percy saw him he went nuts. He was short too...
I'd never call cattle dumb animals. Sheep yes, cattle no.