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prairie_rose64

I'm still learning.....

9 years ago

Just got back from town, literally, and had no time to change yet from good jeans to work jeans, when DH drives up, asks me if I would like to go for a little drive. I have learned over the years to ask him how many gates I need to open, BEFORE I get in the truck. Just one. Where?, I ask. To the horse pasture. And while you are at it, grab the rope.

Usually, that means I need to dally up to the fence post, wrap it around the gate post and pull with all my might so we can get the damn chain with enough slack in it to unhook the thing off the pin. BUT, I tell DH, I was the one that locked it up after branding the other night, so I shouldn't need the rope to get the gate open. Unlike DBIL, I don't snug it up so tight that you need a howitzer to undo it. Just grab the rope and get in, says he.

I start heading back to the house. Where are you going? he asks. To get my gloves, I reply. You don't need them, he retorts. I ignored him and got them anyway. And I debated if I should take the extra minute to change jeans, but decided against it.

We drive out to the pasture, I unlock the gate, and in we drive. A quick survey of the cows still in that pasture, and I see why he wants the rope. A cow had just calved, right by the stock pond, and she was mothering him up so much, she just about had him pushed him into the water. As we drove up to her, so I could get a rope on him and drag him up to drier, safer ground, the cow switched her position, making that move almost impossible from the angle we were at. DH backed up, deciding how to get close without dropping the truck in the drink, when this overly mothering cow roots her calf up the other way towards the fence.

DH drives back out of the pasture to the other side of the fence, as close as he could get to where cow and calf were. Now, reach under that fence, hook the rope on that calf and drag him under to this side, and we will drive him back over to higher ground, commands DH. No problem, says I, except to do so means I have to stand in the drainage ditch to do so.

We got the calf, but I did have to drag him strategically over a two foot wide expanse of ground to avoid dumping him in the drain ditch with me, got him in the truck and drove him back to his momma, placing him on higher, drier ground. Calf is now reunited, safe and DRY. I, on the other hand, am wet and full of mud. Should have listened to my gut and changed into work jeans. Yup, Still Learning!


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