That is why I love yearlings...they are so curious!
When we were staying at a cow camp there was a scare crow that marked the beginning of the drive up the canyon to the cabin. It actually is on a cover of a book about Nevada sights and ghost towns, can't remember the name though. Anyhow, it would get re-decorated every fall before the Halloween party that was held at a big game guides camp behind the cabin. One afternoon we came down the road to go to town to do laundry and shopping and there was about 10 steers ripping apart the scarecrow and head butting it...we chased them off but came home to scarecrow pieces littered for 50 yards around, fake hair, clothes, stuffing everywhere. It looked like a mass murder...destructive little buggers!
I DON'T LEAD 'EM AND FEED 'EM, I RIDE 'EM AND SLIDE 'EM.