(photo by B.Curtis)
Today was a day. A day like I’ve never had before. I had a first hand lesson in cow herding, cow herd mingling and fence repair. I should probably leave it at that, but then you wouldn’t get to appreciate my Gandalf moment. Brent was under control. He had a plan and I think the herd recognized it. Me? I felt I was suddenly starring in my own reality series. I’ll skip the part where my day essentially started at 1am between dog, newborn and four year old and then newborn again and skip to the part where Brent said, “Nah, it’ll be like five minutes.” We were to move the Salers down to Louisiana. Brent laid out the plan. The Salers got down to where they were supposed to go with a few recoverable hiccups. Then the Mirandaise decided to “moo” their presence. And Moo. And Moo. A quick side note on the M-girls. They are curious and sweet, but also tough bitches with other cows. We decided to let the girls in and ready ourselves to deal with “Salers excitement in new paddock” with “ M-girls meet S-girls.” Fevette, a Mirandaise, decided she was going to show off and chased a small mob of heifers back up where they started. I hopped in the truck to collect them. The rest of the herd were having a meet-and-greet session. Brent quickly fixed some fences that took a beating in the process. It turns out our shocky-shocky battery decided today it was not going to participate which caused all sorts of problems. Amazingly, I got there in time to block the back-road while Brent got the Fevette bunch back to the paddock. Whew. Things were looking good until the Salers explored the lake. They were in and out and all around checking things out. The Mirandaise were right with them showing them who was boss. As Brent had to run off and get some fencing material, a Salers cow decided to push the fence and take a walk down another back-road. A Mirandaise, of course, had to follow and off they went. With twenty Salers and four Mirandaise eager to follow, I slammed my mental stick (couldn’t find a stick) diving deep inside to my inner Gandalf and shouting “Allez!” (al-ay) but really saying “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!” The herd stopped, blinked and then went back to where we wanted them. The other two cows quickly came back and joined the rest. After that, it was a munch fest while Brent and I double-checked the rest of the fences. All looked good. A back-up shocky battery was replaced. We’ve since checked them a number of times and they seem cow-like. So I think we can sleep okay. I checked them at sunset and they were all nestled in for sleepy time mingling nicely.
(photo by B. Curtis)
It all happened so fast. Cows here. Cows there. Fences down. Fences repaired. Battery fucked. Overlayed with this being a Wednesday when all the kids are home. Thankfully we have Michael here who was happy to help out and make sure the kids were safe and happy. He has a stash of songs in his pocket that he makes up as he’s singing.
Now that the girls are merged, I think we’ll be ready to take on the next challenges. We have three births on the way. One mama was ready to go yesterday. Brent and I had a giggle about her popping out the calf just was we were mending the last bit of fence. Yet, she’s still with calf and we keep checking her out waiting for our new arrival. This is the day that I graduated from pot of flour to arms out control. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this. Hopefully.