cowboy

When I was a small child I wanted to be a cow boy. This past weekend I got a small taste of what a cowboy does and God was good to me by not granting me that one wish. Saturday morning I got up and was having a cup of coffee and pounding on my key board and chatting with the wife and I hear a loud MOO. Most of the times cows are quiet and don’t do a lot of MOOING, I knew something was up. Next thing I know my sister in- was asking me to help her with the cows that they got out of the pasture. I went and got a bucket of feed but then I found out that all of them were out and gone. I was walking around looking for them and my Dogs were with me and I looked at them and said go find the cows. It was like they knew what I said and they took off running through the woods. They let out a few barks and the other 4 dogs came running. I thought that all of this was kind of funny and I was still checking the fence to see were they got out. Peggy was out on the ATV hunting them and all of a sudden I hear all of the dogs barking like mad. I knew they found the cows and I started laughing to my self. Peggy came by and ask me If I had seen any of them and I told her no but it sounds like the dogs have found them. Peggy went off in the direction of the dogs barking and I went back to repairing fence. I heard Peggy driving down the road and I knew she had to have at least one cow with her. I dropped my stuff and went to check and found her coming down the road with a cow in front of her. Most of the time all you have to do is shake the feed bucket and they will come running so that is what I did. I had the pasture gate open and the next thing I know is the cow jumps the fence to get into the pasture. Just for starters cows don’t jump to good and she kind of went under the top strand of barbed wire and pushed down the metal wire and knocked the electric fence wire down. I was standing there thinking cows are not very smart. All she had to do was walk over to me and get some feed and it would have been a lot easier on her. I went back to fence repair and I get a phone call that my nephew has the rest of the cows and they want me to open another gate to the pasture. I get over there and Ted looks like the pide piper of cows. He is walking along with a pail of feed and they are all following him. I open the gate and all of the cows go in and then it is back to fence repair. The place the cows chose to tear down the fence is all rocks. Ted and I begin the task of driving new fence post in and I notice the post is not going in the ground. I told Ted I think you hit a rock and he moves the post and we keep doing that for about 30 minutes taking turns trying to find a place to put a post where there are no rocks. I told Ted this is like putting up a fence in the city that we need a jack hammer to make a hole. Finally we found a spot and put a new pole in the ground. That gave pain in the neck a whole new meaning. Usually you give it a few good whacks and it is in the ground. 4 hours later we have the fence fixed the cows back in the pasture and I was glad I was not a cowboy ever.