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Posted by Fern(Mi) on October 24, 2004 at 17:38:33 from (18.104.22.168):
Stepping down from the pickup, I spy one female cat heading my way with a good morning greeting. Having an opportunity to potentially save one mother for our future feline population I take her into my hands and arms. Heading for the house she had no idea her waiting fate only moments away. Bro his own lap filled with bovine medications from his `frig’ sees me, my charge, and quickly did an about turn for this critters need of a possible life saving shot. In a gloved left hand I soothed her nervous state realizing something was up, having not been treated in this fashion before this day. My bare right hand filled with gather fur cover skin about her neck drawn up in a tight grip anesthetized her. Try as she willed she was helpless to negate her fate. In moments she had had her shot. The deed done I continued to sooth her traumaed mind, petting her, hugging her easing my grip upon her, trying to convey I/we meant her no real harm. A few moments later I turned her loose and she looked at us for a moment before shaking it all off as a bad experience and joined a lingering tom nearby with romantic intentions.
Well! Getting it on. All the cows and calves have been run through the chutes for all their shots and worming’s. Five hours without a break for the crew. Me? I had to park-it a couple times. A couple days rest and we dehorn all the calves and castrate the bulls. Right now, I am planked out on my backside having suffered to much lunch and thankfully it was not all that much. Frieda got home within a few moments of myself. She insisted on feeding me. What am I to do? Eat it of course!!!
I asked her about the change of clothes she had laid out. Nothing fancy. Besides how fancy can one dress shopping GoodWill’s cheap store on the poor side of town? “What was I to do?” I had asked, “Change everyday, putting the cleanest or freshest smelling clothes each day or to have waited and tried changing before guessing her actual homecoming arrival?”
Her laughter wasn’t all that bad. Really! She’s laughed at me before. And, while she hilariously carried on, she never even mentioned my two dishes resting in the sink? Now, I have to sit here another hour while the old beater catches up.
Got to be hitting it again soon. Some relaxing tractor driving this time bush hogging some corn stocks for some electric fence setting. The corn off, we’ll let in the cows for around/about four/six weeks clean up. Which reminds me. The cows right outside on adjacent pasture devoured a 1500 pound hay bale in four days. Wont be long that will be one a day.
And it is a time out. Got to move a bale here and do chores down the road.
I back up to the hilled barn, the truck’s nose down the fuel pump runs dry and that tank is as good as out of gas. Making pails, all the pens are taken care of. Ho-boy, what a lot of noise all over again, only worse this time. Only two fences making an alley way between mothers and calves their frightened frantic voices burning mournful impressions upon my evening mind. But I will not mourn these critters loses, for separation has happened before and will happen again.
Pails remade for Keith’s morning chores help. I also found the cats without feed. Seeing to all their needs The morning sot recipient had joined the mob appearing none the less for wear. I got a hug, and a gloriously purred song. I would venture to guess, I had been forgiven.
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