A
buffalo’s mating call is melodious to a farmer’s ears. It brings the prospects
of fresh milk to the family. At the slightest hint, the family patriarch runs
to hire the mating services of a mater (either a public bull like earlier or a
farmer’s domesticated bull presently). The males, as usual, are ready yearlong
with their ever-active passion.
It’s
the females who decide when the male luck will strike gold. Then sometimes
there are false alarms. Maybe the farmer misread the female cattle’s braying, grunts
and moans. Maybe it doesn’t like the husband presented to her to be the father
of her calf. The situation turns tricky when she kicks and gallops to deny the
water-mouthed bull any chance. The farmer gets irritated. They whistle. They
try to get them into proper mood. The buffalo is tamed into immobility by tying
her with ropes. I have seen farmers holding the bull’s pizzle to facilitate a
forced entry. And many such forced adventures turn out to be fruitless. And
then the bull gets a bad name. The aggrieved farmer, having paid for the
seedless adventure, casts aspersion on the mater buffalo. ‘The bull is
worthless, not fit for siring calves anymore,’ he taunts. To this the owner of
the bull cringes with such pain as if he himself has been called impotent and
sterile.
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