So, today was exciting. Shannon was in the front room, Mom was in the North Field and I was in the office when suddenly a large black streak went galloping by Shannons window. It was Prince Hairy, our Black Angus steer , out on the loose. The usual emergency mobilization went immediately into effect, Also known in some circles as a Chinese fire drill. I begin screaming JEANNY The Cows are out at the top of my lungs as Im flying down the stairs with no shoes on - no time to spare - the damage this galoop can render in a moment could takes weeks to heal. Theres the fresh heads of cabbage, the new green beans and if he decides to go in the hoop house which s wide open, well... I dont want to think about that and believe me this monster can go ANYWHERE he wants. We played round and round the mulberry bush a few times before I mounted the tractor and Jeanny got on the bicycle and we managed to get him in but not before I, in a rush to try and coral him, left the gate open and ALL the cows, excited to see him enjoying his freedom joined in the circus. Whew...that was tiring but the day was not over. Exhausted we began to get back to what we were doing when, this time Jeanny began screaming my name Richard, these a porcupine caught up in the sheeps fence Is it alive I respond, cause if its dead its staying there for a while but no...Its alive. And its big - 35 -40 pounder at least and it s completely tangled up in the electric netting with no visible way to extricate it with Sir Loin standing over it wondering what all the fuss is about.. A search for the rifle meant this did not end well for the porcupine. What the hell do ya do with a dead Porcupine? Farming. A laugh a minute - wouldnt have it any other way.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 23:15:02 +0000
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