Post by Tammy on May 7, 2010 15:03:54 GMT -5
I had to leave the house for a while today but not before I mentally took note of the fact that Princess is in heat and I did manage to write it down on the calender. I reviewed in my mind the fact that the gate was properly latched between the field where Princess was and the field where I keep Little Davie.
Then, I run my errands, spend some time at the other farm, get home and start hanging clothes on the line. I look up to see Promise in the back pasture where the bull and Zeke (who is being weaned) are kept. It takes a minute for my brain to register (I'm very tired) and I go through this this process of telling myself, "That's not Promise it's Zeke. No, that's Promise. No that's Zeke. That IS Promise and she is in the wrong field.
I take off down to the barnyard to check it out and realize that Zeke is running around like a child turned loose at an amusement park, kicking up his heels and running like crazy in the heifer's field. I then realize that there is an audience of all the mature cows on my side of the fence.
About that time, the phone rings and it's mys husband calling me from the hay field. He tells me about the time I am witnessing from just a few yards away that Princess is standing for Davie. "No joke, I say and start into a tirade about how I wanted to wait so that she would have a baby in April and how I didn't want a February calf. Mike says, "Well maybe he didn't hit the mark. Separate them."
"Sure. No problem" thinks I. Little 34 inch yearling bull and 38 inch 19 month old heifer. I am careful but still pretty brave due to my anger at the unruly teenagers free love fest going on before my very eyes!
I try to move the gate but realize it's not just unlatched but it's busted! Well, the gate is not busted but the gate is off the hinges on one side and the latch is busted on the other side. This is not a small gate, mind you. It's a big, red bull gate. These kids were determined. I must say that Davie was never aggressive towards me and when I got behind him and kicked his butt he went in and I managed to get him in the stable where he threw fit!
I then had to repair the gate, get it back on the hinges (think heavy gate and wimpy woman here) and then get Promise back in her field and Zeke back in his field. I then realize that there is no way the compromised gate is going to keep the two lovers apart and the deed is probably already done, so I might as well put them together and save myself more headache.
So, I did.
I am like the mother who plans an elaborate wedding for her daughter and her daughter runs off and elopes! My little Princess is such a skank!
Then, I run my errands, spend some time at the other farm, get home and start hanging clothes on the line. I look up to see Promise in the back pasture where the bull and Zeke (who is being weaned) are kept. It takes a minute for my brain to register (I'm very tired) and I go through this this process of telling myself, "That's not Promise it's Zeke. No, that's Promise. No that's Zeke. That IS Promise and she is in the wrong field.
I take off down to the barnyard to check it out and realize that Zeke is running around like a child turned loose at an amusement park, kicking up his heels and running like crazy in the heifer's field. I then realize that there is an audience of all the mature cows on my side of the fence.
About that time, the phone rings and it's mys husband calling me from the hay field. He tells me about the time I am witnessing from just a few yards away that Princess is standing for Davie. "No joke, I say and start into a tirade about how I wanted to wait so that she would have a baby in April and how I didn't want a February calf. Mike says, "Well maybe he didn't hit the mark. Separate them."
"Sure. No problem" thinks I. Little 34 inch yearling bull and 38 inch 19 month old heifer. I am careful but still pretty brave due to my anger at the unruly teenagers free love fest going on before my very eyes!
I try to move the gate but realize it's not just unlatched but it's busted! Well, the gate is not busted but the gate is off the hinges on one side and the latch is busted on the other side. This is not a small gate, mind you. It's a big, red bull gate. These kids were determined. I must say that Davie was never aggressive towards me and when I got behind him and kicked his butt he went in and I managed to get him in the stable where he threw fit!
I then had to repair the gate, get it back on the hinges (think heavy gate and wimpy woman here) and then get Promise back in her field and Zeke back in his field. I then realize that there is no way the compromised gate is going to keep the two lovers apart and the deed is probably already done, so I might as well put them together and save myself more headache.
So, I did.
I am like the mother who plans an elaborate wedding for her daughter and her daughter runs off and elopes! My little Princess is such a skank!