But we often wish that we were. After the debacle of loading the horned heifer last week we decided that it might be a good plan to catch Marv and remove his budding toad stabbers before we faced a similar situation with him.
All those months on the hill with his mother and aunties has rendered him more than a little bit leery of human interference.
Thus we rigged up some gates by the watering trough.
And drove him among them and fastened them shut.
Whereupon he waited until we were nearly ready to attend to the dehorning process and then nonchalantly, easy as pie, hopped over the five-bar gate and scrambled off.
Time for plan B.
|Not the eclipse...slept through that...just last night's moon rise|