Hubbys boss gave us an acre of land to build our first new house on and the acre was right behind the bosses farm. We would help around the farm in the evenings doing things like feeding and taking care of the bosses cattle. We would get a large round roll of hay on the back forks of the tractor and take it to the cows. I would ride on the wheel fender of the tractor and there was this huge bull that would chase the tractor and hay. When he caught us he would get his head under the roll of hay and butt it so hard it would rock the tractor and scare me to death. I would wrap my arms around Hubbys neck to keep from falling off the fender and he would laugh and drive with one hand and hold me with his other arm. When the cows had calves we would have to ride the tailgate of the truck to where the mama was and jump off and grab the baby and jump back in the truck bed before the mama could get us. Talk about scary!!! The reason we did this was to put a tag in their ear, like a pierced earring, so they could be told apart and kept up with. Where you would know which ones had their shots, when they were born and which cow was their mama. Those mamas would be very upset and run us like crazy when we had to get their babies more than one I though I was a goner, but I learned to be very fast and sure of foot. This time of year Hubby would bush-hog (like cutting the grass) the unused portions of the pastures and little field mice would run everywhere and I would squeal and make Hubby laugh. I hate rats! But I have spent many a exciting hour riding on the wheel fender of a tractor and it was fun!
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 22:46:05 +0000
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