Tuesday, October 02, 2012

The Best Laid Plans



What with the wedding this weekend and assorted other business, I had a lot planned for yesterday. Laundry gets to be an imposing problem when nothing will dry and everybody is muddy, so I had a lot of that stacked in heaps all over the place.. 

I wanted to make soup.

I needed to do books. It is always nice if I get some quiet time and think up a topic for the Farm Side early in the week so I can get a start on it.

And so on....I dug right into it as soon as I got up and got back at it as soon as morning chores were done.

I was making such nice progress......and then the boss noticed that the heifer yard gate was lying flat. No heifers to be seen.

So we hiked through brush and fields and up and down roads for hours. Finally found them and got them home, but it took most of the day. (Thank God for cell phones, which are an incredible aid when you can't see the cows or the other people helping you with them. Wish the boss had one.)

Came in, went back to work on the soup, which had been on hiatus while we were hiking, showered and changed to make sure I hadn't picked up any ticks. Doctored my many small cuts and scrapes...shorts are not the best outerwear when running through the jungle, but that is what I had on so...

Picked burdocks off clothes. There were a lot.

No more than got started and the boss came storming back in. Hollywood was stuck in the round bale feeder. Becky and I got our boots on as fast as we could, but by the time we got out there she was out. 

However, the other cows had spooked and run over some of the cows and stomped them into the mud. What a mess! We could have used the whole US Congress, taking turns, to get the mud off them. Alas, they didn't show up so we had to do it ourselves. Sure went through a lot of paper towels! So far at least, it appears that none of them were seriously hurt, although I can't say the same for the round bale feeder.

I am not sure just what you would call the stuff we had for supper last night, although I don't think it was soup. There was plenty of it anyhow and we were glad to have it. I got the boss to wire up that gate with heavy barbed wire. Hope it holds.

8 comments:

joated said...

Aaah! The adventurous life of a farmer.

It's amazing how cows can 1) coordinate an escape like POWs at Stalag 17 and 2) get their big bodies through the outside of those round bale feeders.

Rev. Paul said...

I just REALLY like the idea of using Congresscritters as mud scrapers. After all, they're not useful for anything else.

lisa said...

Oh my, what a day!

dennisranch said...

"We could have used the whole US Congress, taking turns, to get the mud off them."

Great line!!!!

Cathy said...

OK. So there has to be a silver lining in a day like this.

I think I have it.
You don't toss and turn trying to get to sleep at night.

BTW. Burdocks. Nasty little hangers-on.

buckslayer said...

You forgot to mention going to bed only to be woken up yet again to cows being out.... just sayin lol

buckslayer said...

You forgot to mention going to bed only to be woken up yet again to cows being out.... just sayin lol

threecollie said...

joated, they are evil. I swear it.

REv. Paul, and they are on vacation again so they would have plenty of time. lol

Lisa, and then another cow got out at 10 PM. Thank God Gil saw her out the window and woke us all up.

Robert, they have plenty of time on their hands don't they? lol

Cathy, I hate burdocks...and the worst of it is, if they stay where they belong there are none because they love to eat them.

Al, that is because I wrote this the night before, before in fact the last escape of the day, and scheduled it to post all by its ownself in the morning.