I was in charge of feeding Sadie's show lambs today. As I was about to leave the pen, I noticed one of our bottle calves (now 1 1/2 years old and way passed time to be sold) had come up into the pens to see if I had a treat for him. Not wanting to be licked and head-butted (He has a huge head and horns and likes to "nudge" you from behind.), I chose to climb over the fences to get out.
Fast forward to 20 minutes ago...
Robby jumped up, got a gun out and ask if someone was supposed to be here. I responded, "no," grabbed the phone and followed him out. Stripes and Tiger were right by our bedroom window. The "brilliant" puppy we got this summer hadn't barked at all.
I had forgotten to close the big gate to the pens when I chose to climb out.
I'm sure the two of us were a site trying to persuade the calves back in. Thankfully, they respond well to feed being shaken in a bucket. Hopefully the black heifer that is in the pasture with them is still in the pasture--hard to find a black calf at night.
Just another day/night on the farm...
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3 comments:
Oh boy. I hope he's turned up by now!
Granny Sue,
Thankfully the heifer was in the pasture where she was supposed to be. The steers were taken to the auction that weekend.
I'm appreciate your writing skill.Please keep on working hard.^^
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