Preg Checks

Life certainly leads us in some amazing directions, if one is brave/silly/willing/crazy enough to go down a new path, which I guess is what this blog is all about…but who knew… just how far off my ‘old’ trail I’d go.

Last week I had a new opportunity and I took it.  The first ‘new’ step was getting Number Two Son to step in for me with the farrier.  (Private horse pedicure person for my extreme city folks).  Beau needed a trim and one of us holds his beautiful head while the farrier trims his hoofs.  Number Two rolled his eyes when he heard where I wanted to go, but he might just have been ‘jealous’ that he wasn’t ‘invited’, either way, he said he’d stand in with horse duty.

Off I went to watch the vet do pregnancy checks on Our Friend the Farmer’s cows.  Yep!  How cool is that!  No, they do not pee into a cup.  They do however in true cow fashion poop a lot and let me tell you that gal, ah yes, the vet was a gal, was covered in poop, fresh and I am assuming warm.  (Sorry…nothing but the truth here).  The cows went into a squeeze do get their injections (done twice a year) and get the preg check.  The cows are really not too crazy about either one, and really I cannot blame them.  The vet puts the cow’s tail to the side and slides her hand inside the cow’s back-end to feel if the cow is bred or ‘open’.  Yes, she wears a very long slimy glove and yes, she offered to let me try, but didn’t realize that when I said ‘yes’, I really meant it.  Darn.  Still I did get to help, load syringes which was pretty neat.

I am sorry there are no pictures, not because I didn’t try, they just didn’t come out.  Here, I’ll help recreate the scene, imagine a short, sturdy gal holding a very large cow’s tail with one hand, she is dirty, her face is leaning all the way on the cow’s back-end and her other arm is ‘missing’ or deep inside the cow…how cool is that?