Early this morning, Christian called me from his truck, speeding
home from the studio.
He told me our cows had gotten out and asked that
I get them back asap because
they were wandering around our neighbor's pastures.
Luckily, Jane was home and could watch Minnie
while I ran outside in my PJs and Crocs to assess the damage.
Maybe the full moon spooked them, or perhaps the spooky
World War Z zombie coyotes stopped and paid them a visit last night
and they trampled the fence?
I went to the pasture, where several dudes from the other farm
on 4-wheelers were trying to round up our cows.
I waved my arms at them to try to get them to STOP.
They looked at me, speechless.
I'm sure they thought I was an idiot.
But I knew what I was doing.
Also, rounding them up this way is literally the worst thing for cows.
Cows do much better in low-stress situations (Thanks, Temple!).
And Christian has nurtured these cows to expect low-stress everything,
so this was really overstimulating to them, and they were not obeying.
Until I got there.
I had a bucket of grain and started pounding it.
They perked up and, one by one, followed me
back into the pasture. I felt a little bit like the Pied Piper.
It was like Babe the pig when he calmly arranged the sheep in the pen
at the competition. No one thought a pig could do a dog's job.
Well, these "cowboys" thought this burned PJ, croc-wearing, no-bra-mama
couldn't do this job either.
(Does anyone know what I am talking about? Babe the movie?
Also, I am definitely NOT comparing
myself to a pig or a man to a dog. Or am I?)
Later in the afternoon, Christian and I grabbed lunch with Minnie
then went to Walmart, where
pumpkins were selling for $3.89, perfect for the youth
pumpkin carving and pizza night tonight.
pumpkins into two carts and into Christian's truck.
She kept waving at them, fully expecting them to wave back.
