Monday, August 27, 2012

Conquering Fear


Didn't sleep much last night. A long day; the boy off to work out of state again, and fear, so much fear.

It might not show much but I am timid about mean animals. I deal, because it is my job, but the fear is always there.

A couple of days ago Egypt, my gentle little Boo Boo cow from last year, had a big, black, half-shorthorn bull calf, a not unwelcome addition to the beef side of the program.

However, during her dry period, which was longer this year than the accustomed 6 to 8 weeks, Boo Boo decided that she didn't want people to come in the stall with her. She took to jumping sideways at anyone who dared to walk up in beside her. There is no stall divider there......We figured she would get over it when she calved....they usually become quite amenable at that time...and turned her back outdoors after she ate her grain.

Last year she stood next to an empty stall stall anyhow, so we didn't need to get that close to her. This year Dublin stands in the formerly empty stall so when Boo Boo jumps, there is a somewhat nervous, large, bony animal upon which to be crushed. Yesterday I tied her head to a pipe so she could only go just so far and then thin, supple, agile, fearless and almost four decades younger than I am, Alan milked Dublin. Once Dublin was turned out it was no biggie to milk Boo Boo. No anvil for the crushing surface.

However, he's gone to Jersey.....so I am more or less on my own.

I woke up at 3, afraid. Couldn't sleep. Visions of large, miserable, black rumps squashing me and big hooves stomping my feet.

However, thankfully the good Lord saw fit to give the less brawny among us the stuff between our ears. Around about 5 AM I had a thought.

I will milk Carlene and Bama Breeze, who stand on the other side of Dublin and turn them outside. Carlene has a good stall divider. I will have the girls help me put Boo Boo up in HER stall so I can milk Dublin without getting the squeeze put on me.

Problem solved. It was just about time to get up but I got just a little bit of real good sleep.Thank you sir.

7 comments:

Shirley said...

There is always a way, and the wee hours are the best for thinking.

Rev. Paul said...

Yeah, God's good to us that way. Then it's up to us to obey what He said would work. :)

Floridacracker said...

Good ol Bama Breeze.

lisa said...

I soooo know how you feel! When I had to give the calves shots when they got sick, I hated having to get close enough to give them a shot because even if they are small they still have mean kicks! It is always safer to be afraid than not be afraid!

Cathy said...

Oh, TC . . . .

Wow.

I'm so glad that's resolved and sleep will come more easily.

threecollie said...

Shirley, that is true, isn't it? Some of the worst dilemmas are solved at three AM and then hopefully you can get some sleep.

Rev. Paul, you probably already knew this, but speaking of the real Commander in Chief, I just read today that the astronauts took Holy Communion on the moon. I was so touched to read that somehow.

FC, she is a pip!

Lisa, I used to wade right in and just do it, but between stupid foot from last summer and rampant arthritis, I am getting pretty fragile. I just can't take the slamming any more.

Cathy, we worked it out so far and hopefully she will settle down and get the nonsense out of her system. As I said to Lisa, I just can't stand up to the banging and stomping any more. I used to, I really did, but I am getting a bit more fragile.

thecrazysheeplady said...

Good for you!