The Fun Never Stops

It was another fun, busy day

here on the farm today.

This morning Kyle and I headed

next door to try to load some

cows into our horse trailer

to take to the butcher.

Again.

We got a little steer in there

pretty quickly without much fuss.

And then it was on.

Kyle tried and tried to get the

cows to come into the little

corral we were using.

But the goats kept getting in the way.

(He put the goats in the front

pasture yesterday, but they were

back there with the cows again today...)

Grrrrrr

FINALLY he got a big mama cow

to get into the little corral.

I slammed the gate closed behind her

and she headed down the squeeze chute.

But she got out the front hole

instead of getting in the trailer

because we weren't fast enough.

So we tried again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

He FINALLY got the same cow back

in the corral again.

And back into the squeeze chute.

And got the gate closed behind her.

(nearly broke his ankle in the process...)

But when I opened the trailer door

and headed her that way,

she just knocked down the panel to

her right and bolted anyway.

Kyle jumped over a SIX FOOT FENCE

to try to stop her,

but was a split second too late.

So we tried and tried and tried

some more.

But they weren't having it.

We got several of them HALF in,

but no dice.

(This would have gone MUCH more

smoothly if we had 3 people instead of

just 2, but something held Brock up

and he never arrived...)

After 3 hours, we finally gave up.

gathered up the truck and the tractor

and headed back out.

Turned around and darn if 

the cows weren't ALL in the 

stupid little corral.

Sigh.

Whatever.

Instead we went home and loaded the

feed barrels into his truck bed,

hit Chick Fil-A on the way out of town

and then headed north to get our feed

for the month.

So we accomplished SOMETHING.

And I got a nice little sunburn.

And neither of us got hurt.

So it was all good.

In other news...

Look what I found in Buddy's feed bucket.

I guess he is getting old.

That is what's left of one of his

back molars.

It is polished smooth on the chewing

surface and had no roots left.

So it just fell out of his mouth.

He IS nearly 30 years old.

He gets soaked alfalfa hay every morning.

*they all do.  They are all old.

Kind of a cool find though.