Sunday, August 16, 2015

Medium hot today. Some breeze in front of the weather pushing down the Rockies.

Fed calves late yesterday. Critters have developed a habit of hiding in the shade until they see me going toward the feed bunker (which I keep locked up from the human critters predations).

So the calves are at the gate when I come out with the feed, and dog is sitting jammed up against the gate poles because he knows that when the gate opens he gets to jump the calves. His problem is the calves know it too and a couple will crowd the gat and a couple will hang back.

In goes dog as the gate opens and the two near calves jump aside away from him and the couple that hang back will charge him.

All that creates a high speed cutting contest, with a sixty pound dog going back and forth and a group  of five hundred calves rumping and swinging heads.

Dog has developed an escape plan.

He circles my legs and cuts back, leaving me to face the calves moving in. My reaction (and one to which most of the calves object) is to reach out and whack ‘em in the forehead.

Usually reaching toward the calves will cause them to shy away and by the time seperation is made I’m beyond dog and out of the noose he weaves with the lead he is dragging. The calves settle just out of reach. Things are fine.

Except yesterday. A white face decided it wanted to be touched, so it crowded me and I’m penned against the fence scratching the forehead and jowls of this silly cow while dog ran for the corner where the calves are content to let him be.

That stupid white face scratched her forehead on my fist for a good five minutes before she figured she had enough.

Good, Huh?

I’ve got about twenty chiggers I didn’t have yesterday.Absent minded cows. She should know better.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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