I don’t like it when I look out from the porch and I can’t see my cow.
She’s enjoying her new home and she has a bad habit of taking off for the hinterlands. For the past few days, I’ve had to go hiking to find her and remind her when it’s milking time. We haven’t been milking again for very long, plus she’s in a new location, so new training is required.
I put my boots on and go tackle her.
Or, I pick up a big stick and go hiking, to be more exact. BP doesn’t like sticks. I don’t actually have to touch her with the stick. I just show it to her and she starts moving in the right direction.
There she is.
Oh, my. That thing is so cute.
It’s impossible to show in photos how far away this is. It’s a hike to get out to her, and through a lot of tall grass and downright thickets. Let’s just say it’s a fur piece from the house. I don’t like it.
I’ve been working on training her. I can’t complain too much because milk cows are easy to train. I just need her to show up at the appropriate times at the appropriate places. I was excited when she showed up right here by the gate first thing yesterday morning. Yay, BP!
Then I had to go hiking into the hinterlands to bring her back yesterday evening. But by today, she was trained! Only….
She showed up at the gate at four o’clock.
What am I going to do with this cow? I said, “Beulah Petunia! WE DO NOT MILK DURING JUDGE JUDY!” I mean, seriously, what was she thinking? Everyone knows this is the only TV show I watch. Except when I remember to watch American Idol or Design Star or The Next Food Network Star. Or HGTV anytime. Otherwise, it’s Judge Judy all the way, people! She comes on at four. We aren’t milking till FIVE.
We need to watch Judge Judy yell at people.
Beulah Petunia was patient and she sat down and waited.
Then, after I milked her, Glory Bee went CRAZY. I wished I’d had my camera with me. That baby was SO BAD. She kept running under the fence into the yard. Because she can go anywhere she wants. And BP was mooing and mooing and getting so mad and that baby wouldn’t go back to her. Because that’s the way babies are. Then she ran back to mama–after I shooed her back because I felt sorry for BP–and Glory Bee ran out toward the hinterlands. BP moved that way. Then baby ran back. BP moved back. Baby ran back and forth and back and forth. Boomer was sitting there and he almost tried to play, but I could tell he just wasn’t sure if he should get involved. Glory Bee reminded me of how Poky sometimes will run and run, just working off energy. And poor Beulah Petunia didn’t know which way to turn.
I told her, “I understand. I’m a mother, too.”
And then finally Glory Bee calmed down, and like all mothers, instead of spanking her for being so bad and scaring her, BP kissed her and told her she was so glad she was okay.
Sometimes I get all sentimental about this being Beulah Petunia’s first baby she ever got to keep.
Then they went off to the hinterlands and I’ll see them in the morning….