Domesticated Livestock

September 03, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

By all means.....don't let these innocent faces fool you.

 

They are escape artists.

 

Please follow the story.

 

 One morning last week.....last Monday to be exact........Bubba and I were having our morning cup of java....and he heard a very, unusual close......"MOOOOOOOOO".

 

He opened the door and there stood...."Dilemma!"..looking right at our front door.  

 

 

Let me explain who "Dilemma" was.......

Dilemma was the third cow from across the tracks......she had to be separated from her calf....so, we took her in to help the good neighbors out.

 

(That's what good "farm folks" do.....help out the neighbors with their livestock.)

 

 

So, back to the events that unfolded..

Great!....so, naturally, we ran out the door............

 

I had JUST finished getting dressed for the day....we had plenty to get out and about to do.

 

All three cows were just wondering around as if they had been told they could do as they please.

 

Demi and Do-little were in the chicken yard......the geese were about to have heart attacks .....they don't like anything new that comes around....and they have their way of voicing their opinion about it.

 

In 5 minutes....I had sweated enough to smell like I had spent my morning in the pasture.

 

Thankfully, Bubba finally rounded them up and led them into the temporary pen.

 

 

 

A couple of days later.....after the cows had been let back in the main pasture,

 

They escaped again!  

 

This time.......we realized it was "Dilemma" calling all of the shots to "get out of dodge!" for the trio.   She had found a hole in the fence.

 

Needless to say....for it's quite a bit of a story........we rescued them.........fixed the fence......and now Demi & Do-little......are back home...safe and sound.

However,   we can't keep them on the "other side of the pier" while we are fishing...because they like to be around us "folks".     They have found a way to join us.

 

 

They are domesticated cows.     

 

To say the least.

Chicken yard update:

 

I'm very sorry to say the Senor Rusty and Senor Concho have made a new meaning to "Jail Birds".........tst tst tst.    I have yet to find out when their "trial date" is set.

 

Senor Shasta.....or now he is being called "Tubby Joe"........  because his feathered rear end is so fluffy and fat....looks like a little ball walking around......and between him and Oscar.......all of the hens are staying in line and minding their manners.

 

Well, I hate to leave good company...but, it's raining outside and I think I'll go sit on the porch and enjoy it.

 

Over and out, 

 

Mrs. Rogers


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