Last week I was helping my nieghbor sort pairs to go to grass.  He's wearing a cast from getting his hand broke in a chute mishap, curteousy of a cow that wouldn't claim her calf.  We were working down both sides of an alley easy like when ill-tempered baldy turned about thirty feet ahead of us, put her head down and came at him.   Before I could do anything more than holler she had him down, and slammed into the fence on his side.  I got her with my stick when she backed up for round two,  and fortunately he was mostly shaken up.  He commented that was the third time she had come at him since she calved.   He just bought most of these cows last winter and didn't have any idea about their dispositions.  We have an appointment to sort a trailer load off to ship when it dries out.   Meanwhile I hope he's careful, he's the same age as my dad,  and I don't heal as good as I used to.