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.
But THEY ARE HOME!!!
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.
P.P.P.S. MY COW IS HOME.