In searching back through my posts to find some material, I came across this post from April 11, 2011 and thought it good enough to repost for Throwback Thursday. Enjoy!
Good ol' Miss 300 T. What a persnickety old bitty she was!
She used to be the Queen Bee of the feed lot, and she and I had our moments. Well, there is a new kid on the block now, just as cranky and nasty as her predecessor if not more so, Miss 4.
Tall Guy asked me to help him work the cows the last time we had a dry day.....when was that anyway? I ran the head shoot and de-wormed them while he gave them a shot in the ear. You de-worm them just like you would a dog; put the stuff on their back. The only difference is that I used a HUGE squirt gun thingy. Oh yeah, and these puppies were weighing in at around 700 pounds!
It's kind of hard to get that much weight to happily go through a narrow alley, and it's even more fun to catch them in the shoot with just their heads coming through. I would have pictures to show you if the good Lord had given me two more arms and hands. I caught MOST of them the right way.
It was Miss 4's turn, and she was not a happy camper or cooperative in any way shape or form. We finally got her in the shoot, but she would not let Tall Guy get near her head. She shook, snapped, dropped to the ground, and flung her head. TG was getting a bit miffed with her, and I, in true female fashion, was trying in my best teacher/Mom voice to talk her down and reason with her.
After one last snap that almost broke his hand, Tall Guy went off to find something to hold her head still. I took it upon myself to step up and try talking to her one last time. We made eye contact, I spoke with a stern but calm voice and said that her behavior was not going to do her any favors,
and then she did it.
She looked me straight in the eye and
SPIT COW YUCK ALL OVER ME!
I am so serious about this. I was dumbfounded.
Tall Guy came back with a small but effective tool to hold her head still, she got her stuff, and off she went to join the others.
I'm still shaking my head.
No, I don't believe I can talk to cows, BUT I do think they respond to calm words. I just can't believe she, with what seemed like premeditated gall, spit on me!
Sadie! Where is Miss 4? I want her picture on my wall of Cow Poo(ps)
Boo! Nope it's not you.
How now Brown Cow?
Hey Sadie! Do you see her now?
"She'd just around the corner Mrs. Farmer."
"Mom! I found her!" (Actually Tink found her, but we'll let Sadie think she did!)
See, Can't you just see her attitude written all over her face?
"I think I can take her! I love you Mom!"
Please say a prayer for the farmers. I just saw the 10-Day forecast on Lauren's blog. Sigh......We live just a few miles from each other so her rain is our future too. This could be an interesting planting season. We are looking at three inches of rain total in the next week. We need warm, sunny days with a LITTLE wind to dry things out around here.