Monday, July 22, 2013
Saturday Morning Cartoons
I got a call at 7:04 Saturday morning, saying that there was a bull and a calf out on the road by the Ninnescah Pasture. From the description, I didn't think the bull was ours. (We don't have red ear tags.) But the calf had a yellow ear tag, so I thought he might be an escapee from our pasture. The first cartoon-worthy episode was trying to get ahold of Randy. We live in the never-never-land of cell phone reception. On the other hand, it's a little hard to answer a phone that is not on your person. (That would never happen, right, Randy?)
After 45 minutes and three tries to reach him, we were finally on our way, with 4-wheeler locked and loaded. And, yes, indeed: There a bull and a calf were out on the road. As predicted, the bull was not ours, but the calf was. We decided to take care of the calf first. He wanted to get back in with his friends, and, probably more importantly, his own personal milk machine known as Mom. But he wouldn't cross the fence. (It obviously didn't stop him the first time!)
Then, the chase was on. My job was to help turn the escapee into the pasture and not let him get past me.
Boys will be boys. The neighbor's bull and one of our bulls wanted to be THE ladies' man in the neighborhood, and they had the testosterone to prove it. They were butting heads through our fence. Randy got Keith's bull moving in the right direction, and away from the fence. But he wouldn't turn, no matter how much "Hey, hey, HEYING!" I did. As the 2,000-pound beast barreled toward me, I decided I didn't want to become the flattened pancake creature on Saturday morning cartoons, so I stepped aside. I'm usually pretty brave, but I try not to be stupid.
After several attempts to get the neighbor's bull into his own pasture, he leaped through our fence so that he could continue the "discussion" about superiority with our bull.
So, while Randy loaded the 4-wheeler, I did what I do best and looked for pretty things to make the day seem better.
In this episode of Saturday morning comedy of errors, nobody got squished. Randy didn't break his arm, which, by the way, did happen with a run-in with a bull last summer. Nothing was harmed ... except for a fence. There's always an upside, if you look hard enough.
Later ... more photos from an evening excursion to the Ninnnesah Pasture. They will be more pastoral, as a pasture should be, right?