We have six cows and their calves at the barn this year. The calves are small enough (and bold enough now) that they go under the fences to pretty much where ever they want. Mommas are too big to follow, but babies are old enough that they don’t really worry about it. Calves go everywhere!
My dogs–two Rhodesian Ridgebacks–go out to the barn with me nearly every day and are well accustomed to the cows. They’ve been taught not to chase and have occasionally gone nose to nose with the calves, but have otherwise shown little interest.
Last night, we had three calves scattered between the two fields my horses share and three in the alley just to the north on either side of the shed. Koa, my 9 yo girl, apparently decided they needed to be in a group.
It was amazing watching her work. She stayed well back and showed amazing patience. She got the three in the fields together first, then went and got the two in the alley to the east, then then picked up the last one in the alley. The final cow took a little convincing and she faced it off like a cutting horse would. She was moving the pack in the direction of the big cows when we called her off.
I was really blown away in her confidence! She never stressed them and they never called for their mamas. She put just enough pressure on to get each one to move together and wasn’t willing to say no to the last calve. She was very proud of herself.
I had a Samoyed who would herd, but I’m a little surprised a Ridgeback would.