Home, With Drama


I’ve never seen so many crazy-faced cows as there are at Skip’s farm.

I hope I didn’t leave my Beulah Petunia over there too long and that they weren’t a bad influence on her.

These are all girls, by the way. When I went to feed BP and Glory Bee on Sunday evening, they were alone. Not long after they started eating, a bevy of girls wandered up from different directions. No bull. Not even Cheeseburger. Except for Saturday evening (Day 23) when Cheeseburger was hanging around, I haven’t seen a bull near BP during what would be her heat time, if she had a heat. I’m not sure. The main man, Adam, was not in attendance, and Cheeseburger’s presence on Saturday evening is hard to decipher as he wasn’t paying any particular attention to BP. All I can do is watch to see if she goes into heat at the next expected time.

Yesterday was Day 25, the long-awaited day of BP’s return. She’d almost given up that she’d ever get to come home, and maybe she almost forgot home, or she’d pushed it out of her mind like a painful memory of something beloved that she could never have again. Yeah, let’s go with that one.

Anyway. It was EPIC. Really! Thunder, lightning, and ornery cows. That’s epic around here. First off, we thought we’d try tying Glory Bee to the truck so that we didn’t have to take one vehicle, get out, walk cows, go back in another vehicle to get the first vehicle. Etc. This sounded like a dandy plan.


I was leading BP. The rope was on Glory Bee. It was too long (YES, totally understand this issue NOW) and got tangled in the axel of the truck. We were watching. Leave us alone, we’re not real farmers. So. We stopped, got it untangled, and 52 said, one of us should lead them both and the other should drive the truck behind them. After I got done saying, “WHAT YOU TALKIN’ ‘BOUT, WILLIS?” I said I’d do it. Because, honestly, I like walking my cow down the road. It makes me feel like I should be wearing a sunbonnet trailing with flowers and sucking on a piece of straw all the way. Awesome!


Like AS IF!!!!!

After a few minutes, I gave up handling those two (i.e. Glory Bee) by myself, turned them over to 52, and got in the truck.

After they nearly killed him twice, I parked the truck on the side of the road, took BP’s lead, left him with the Giant Bad Baby, and took off with BP and my virtual sunbonnet, flowers, and straw because that’s just what needed to be done. Sometimes men don’t know when to give up.

Besides, there was thunder, lightning, rain, and it was nearly dark.

Which, among other things aforementioned, explains the lack of pictures after we left the corral area. I was busy.


And Glory Bee is SO MAD. But whatever. Me and BP, we’re gonna make cheese.

P.S. Do not try this at home. (Not the cheese part, the thunder, lightning, and ornery cows part. That part, I don’t recommend.)

P.P.S. No bull around last night, either.


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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 26, 2011  

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  1. 7-26

    Skips cows look interesting, but none have lashes to match BP. It sounds like GB is a perennial delinquent. All in all, glad your cow is home.

  2. 7-26

    I’m so glad beautiful BP and bad, bad Leroy GB are home! At least you don’t have to cross rivers and bridges and dams and fjords and mountains to feed them anymore. Do you suppose BP decided NOT to have any more kids after raising GB???

  3. 7-26

    Ah yes.Brings to mine the saying “the best laid plans of mice
    and men often go awry”. That sounds about like something in my
    playbook. What can happen WILL! Murphy’s law maybe!
    I know the vacationers are glad to be back…well maybe not
    Glory Bee since her vacation with mommy is over but she will get over it in time. Time for cheese? YUMMY!
    Welcome home girls! :happyflower:

  4. 7-26

    I’m glad that they are home. I’ve missed them, and I’m not even there!

  5. 7-26

    :snoopy: I think Bp is beautiful. Crazy coming home story. But she is home. Have a wonderful day with BP and bad baby. There always has to be one in the mix or life would be boring.
    I think Skips cows are so cool looking. CHEESEBURGER..hehe
    Hugs Granny Trace

  6. 7-26

    NancyL, that is hilarious! I bet that’s it. No more babies, this one was enough.

  7. 7-26

    Haha @ NancyL!
    Glad your girl and her wayward child are back where they belong. Keeping my fingers crossed for a quiet Day 21 to come.

  8. 7-26

    To bad that you don’t have, like, a cement bunker barn. You could have tied GB in it while BP was on vacay and The Weaning would have been done. Of course, you probably would have had to have the barn fitted with medieval cow manacles to keep GB from breaking everything down to get to Mommy.

    Truth is, you know you missed that bad baby, too. Glad both girls are home. Loved the cow in the fourth picture but she looks downright evil compared to BP.

  9. 7-26

    Yay! You drove and walked and ventured…til the cows came home! Glad you all made it safe, drama notwithstanding. Is Glory Bee mad ’cause she’s separated from Mama again? I have a good feeling that beautiful Beulah Petunia is preggers!

  10. 7-26

    That closeup of BP made me want to snuggle her; I think you found HER good side, at least! Welcome home, BP and co.!

  11. 7-26

    I meant to say MIND…but it was about 4:30 am. DUH!

  12. 7-26

    You’re all just too funny. Glad you are all back home, T, L, Rain and all. :cowsleep:

  13. 7-26

    Aww, they’re home! Glad everyone survived!! (As soon as I read the rope was too long I knew what had happened. How did I know? Cuz this didn’t work with horses either. :lol:

  14. 7-26

    ha ha! I love those crazy-faced cows! sounds like quite an experience getting your cow home. too bad no photos, but I’m just glad you’re all home now, together again at last! :yes:

  15. 7-26

    Actually, you ARE real farmers! Learning from mistakes, without taking anyone out, is a major part of the lifestyle. The fact that you were paying attention, and the cows didn’t get hurt is proof of that. And the fact that you didn’t blame the cows for your mistakes makes you a GOOD farmer. Too many times people lose their tempers and the critters take a beating for the stupid human decisions. Lucky cows, smart farmers!

  16. 7-26

    Happy homecoming BP. Hope you’re packing a little load.

  17. 7-26

    So glad you got your cows back home, maybe next time let the bull visit your farm!

  18. 7-26

    Skip’s cows remind me of the gang of girls that hung out in the alley around the corner from my house when I was a teenager, wearing short skirts and tight sweaters, smoking cigarettes and smacking their gum, and being mean and threatening to decent folk. You know BP is too much of a lady to fall in with a crowd like that, but Glory Bee is at an impressionable age.

  19. 7-26

    In looking at the pics again, I noticed all Skip’s cows look severely underweight, especially the Hereford in the 2nd pic. She looks to be several hundred pounds underweight. Bones should protrude on dairy cattle, like on BP, and she’s fine, but all of Skips cattle appear to be beef cattle, and they should be all round and plump. I feel so bad for the Hereford. I can see her backbones and ribs and hips and that just shouldn’t be. (I don’t mean to be judgmental, but I live in cattle country here in Kansas and we have cattle ourselves.)

  20. 7-26

    I ‘think’ that is a hereford cross, as her face is too long and the top of her head is not straight across like most herefords. Eyes are also different. Not sure, just a guess.

  21. 7-27

    so happy BP is home , GB is just having a tantrum it will pass.

  22. 7-29

    How are they doing now? The bratty baby over her pout? :D
    I was reading another post wherein you said you had no idea of BP’s age. Does she have tattoos in her ears? Can you trace her registry that way?

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