Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Circus comes to Whitewater

Sorry its been a while since I've blogged...been a bit busy with vacations, vacation bible school, work, chores, you know that stuff that just seems to fill a schedule and leave little room for downtime  :-)  This happened to me the other day, and I laughed, so of course I had to share  :-)

So I come home from work and do my walk around the animal pens to make sure everybody looks ok and their water is full.  Well, I see White Face No Tag (which she really needs a name, but nothing is speaking to me for her, and she has a new calf who is really cute too..but again no name), so anyway I see her in the lot and she is flat out staring at the horse barn.  Hmmm that's kind of odd.  Scooter is kind of jumping around and being like a kid after you give them a root beer float (sidebar:  in VBS root beer floats were one of the suggested snacks--whoever thought up that idea should be placed alone in a room with 20 children who have had them and try to teach them something...just saying). I walk around there is White Face No Tag's calf in Scoot's pen!  Argh!  The little booger crawled under the fence for who knows what reason and was no stuck because this monster of a horse was jumping around causing a big curfuffle.  So I run and put some shoes on (flippers were not going to work for this charade), and throw Scoot some hay, thinking if he has something to eat, I can maneuver the calf out and all is well.  Hahaha--sounds good right?  Once I hop in the pen, Scoot forgets about the hay, the calf freaks out and starts running around (he's so new and not quite used to people), Scoot starts bucking and running around, which again scares the calf, then the momma starts her "You messin with my baby" beller---which gets all the other Momma cows to come over and all start bellering "You better not mess with my baby!".  This is my life---a ringmaster in a pen with a crazy horse and new calf, all I needed was a cute hat and I could have sent in a video to Circus College showcasing my great skills.  So I get Scoot into his feeder pen, unwire a panel, slap that panel so it keeps him back, and go try my skills as a calf-wrangler.  The calf was having none of my wrangling skills and the approaching Momma bear looked like she was going to jump over the fence and capture me or the calf.  Plan 45--unlock another gate, let the cow in, meander about, gather the calf out and head for the high country--SUCCESS! 

Then off to VBS to try my skills as a kid-wrangler...LOL.  All in a day's work  :-)

1 comment:

  1. Wrangling calves? Wrangling a horse? Wrangling cows? Maiybe you should retitle your blog, "Barn-wrangler Barbie!" It's a lot more than "all in a day's work."