Mama was not a happy camper. The cows with the two youngest calves were in one pasture. Everyone else was in the other pasture. And Grandaddy didn't seem to care.
It was all that little cow's fault. This was her very first baby and she couldn't seem to do a thing with her. The calf went where she wanted to go, which frequently was where Grandaddy didn't want her to be. Little Guy helped Grandaddy get the calf out of briars and bushes several times.
That meant that Skittles, the other cow with a newborn, had to stay with her. Skittles was unhappy. Why should she be put in time out? She always knew where her baby was and kept him in line. Skittles was experienced. This was her eighth calf.
Mama called all the cows to come around. She opened the gate. Most had come through when Gran said it was time to eat. Right now! Mama left the gate open so everyone else could come through. The cows like to be in that pasture at night. It should have been simple.
After supper, Grandaddy went out to check on the cows and close the gate. Two small calves were playing down by the pier. Somehow when all was said and done, all the cows ended up on and around the dam. Uh-oh.
Mama had to leave. She had procrastinated and had an appointment to get her taxes done. That left Grandaddy in charge. He closed the gate again and left the cows separate. Little Guy knew that could only mean trouble.
When Mama got home, the cows were back in the front pasture. Poor Skittles was standing by the fence looking longingly toward them. It broke Mama's heart.
Mama quickly changed clothes and pulled her boots on. She got some sweet feed in a bucket and went out the front gate to get the cows. They heard her call, saw the bucket and came running -- literally. Mama poured out a little feed and barely made it back through the gate before they arrived. Little Guy was really glad Mama hadn't let him go with her.
Next, Mama went down to the gate by the pier and called again. She didn't even have time to pour out any sweet feed. The cows ran past that gate and on toward the back gate. They beat her there. Mama opened the gate and in they came.
Grandaddy showed up for the head count. Mama just looked at him and headed for the house.
It was all that little cow's fault. This was her very first baby and she couldn't seem to do a thing with her. The calf went where she wanted to go, which frequently was where Grandaddy didn't want her to be. Little Guy helped Grandaddy get the calf out of briars and bushes several times.
That meant that Skittles, the other cow with a newborn, had to stay with her. Skittles was unhappy. Why should she be put in time out? She always knew where her baby was and kept him in line. Skittles was experienced. This was her eighth calf.
Mama called all the cows to come around. She opened the gate. Most had come through when Gran said it was time to eat. Right now! Mama left the gate open so everyone else could come through. The cows like to be in that pasture at night. It should have been simple.
After supper, Grandaddy went out to check on the cows and close the gate. Two small calves were playing down by the pier. Somehow when all was said and done, all the cows ended up on and around the dam. Uh-oh.
Mama had to leave. She had procrastinated and had an appointment to get her taxes done. That left Grandaddy in charge. He closed the gate again and left the cows separate. Little Guy knew that could only mean trouble.
When Mama got home, the cows were back in the front pasture. Poor Skittles was standing by the fence looking longingly toward them. It broke Mama's heart.
Mama quickly changed clothes and pulled her boots on. She got some sweet feed in a bucket and went out the front gate to get the cows. They heard her call, saw the bucket and came running -- literally. Mama poured out a little feed and barely made it back through the gate before they arrived. Little Guy was really glad Mama hadn't let him go with her.
Next, Mama went down to the gate by the pier and called again. She didn't even have time to pour out any sweet feed. The cows ran past that gate and on toward the back gate. They beat her there. Mama opened the gate and in they came.
Grandaddy showed up for the head count. Mama just looked at him and headed for the house.
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