It is time for Agnes to go to the ‘prom’. As John Boy is too young to be weaned, he’ll get to go as well. It reminds me a bit of the scene in Sweet Home Alabama.
“You’ve got a baby! In a bar!”
‘Oh, this one’s on the tit, I can take it anywhere.’
Plan 1…
There are 5 cows in the field and we need to load just 2 of them. I put 3 bananas in my pocket and go out to lure my cows into the loading shoot planning on making the whole process as easy as dropping bread crumbs to chickens. I walk up to my cow, she happily eats the first banana out of my hand, then turns around and takes the entire herd off in the wrong direction.
Plan 2…
My Loving Spouse drives the ‘bike’ and chases the herd around the field, pushing them where we want them to go…almost.
The day is gray and cold and the darn white cows end up where we need the black cows to be.
Agnes finally gives in and decides to load into the trailer and all 4 other cows follow her in. Great,….except we only want to take 2 of the 5 off to the Prom. Using the rest of the ‘cow treats’ we break for breakfast.
Speaking of breakfast…all the Lizzys in Cluckingham Palace are laying eggs like nobody’s business. Got to love how they all want to lay in the same box.
Back to cows…
Captain Jim comes over to help sort his 3 cattle out of our trailer. We work like a well oiled (when your old you’ve got to be clever, because there is no brawn) team.
We deliver Agnes and John Boy to the Prom, they’re home away from home for the next 2 months. Hopefully when they return the grass here will be green and growing and Agnes will be bred.
Yoo-hoo…we’re here!
May you and your herd be blessed.
