Greg and I had ventured out on yet another unsuccessful gift shopping venture. The horse stalls were all cleaned, Michael and Andrew had cleaned the cow and sheep pen clean enough for me to relocate to should I ever feel the need ( thank you guys !!) and feeds were piled up ready and waiting in the feed room for the next barn shift. I had been given my 10 minute “spiff up time”…..how many other women can make it from eau de manure to Midnight musk and meadow muffin into store smart in 10 minutes ? I have earned my place in Heaven !!! Clasping shoes in one hand, coat between my teeth and shuffling my handbag (purse) between my feet I headed for the door. Light heartedly I called out to the guys to let them know we were leaving. Michael cared little, he was deep into the preparation of an epic sandwich, never have such sandwiches been known to man…..works of art, culinary masterpieces. They should be framed not eaten. Move over Andrew Zimmerman, Michael has arrived….and Andrew had to wait until perfection had been achieved. None of us knew that a defining moment in their young lives was about to happen….move over John Wayne, our wonderful WWOOFERS were about turn into cowboys !
The first indication that all was not well was a phone call from a much loved neighbour (neighbor)…”your cows are ALL out” Not exactly what you want to hear chugging down highway 16…the wrong way. Moments later, thankfully the same wonderful neighbour called again “sorry, false alarm, they aren’t yours but they are cows and they are out”. Relief, I could stop waving the phone around wondering who I could call to corral 5 errant cows until we had managed to suspend our Christmas shopping and get home. Back to worrying about Christmas for us. Not so back at Gentle giant meadows Ranch. Ever vigilant Michael had finished creating his masterpiece sandwich and he and Andrew were taking a well earned lunch break when peace was shattered ! Cows were spotted on the farm road. Cows shouldn’t be on the road, they had all been tucked up in their pasture, gates checked and rechecked…but there they were, meandering and pooping down the road ….worryingly heading for Lackey road and a potential close encounter with a logging truck ! The guys sprung into action, the cows had to be caught but with what ? Michael has clearly been around Greg too long and BALING TWINE ( the farmers duct tape) came to mind. The cows would be caught with baling twine, not perfect and clearly not quite a John Wayne tool... but showing initiative. Fortunately before the baling twine was located, Greg’s lasso came into view…( Michael’s always wanted the chance to throw the lasso !!!) fortunately in the garage, just where it shouldn’t be ! The intrepid two set off down the road after the unconcerned cows, lasso at the ready when in the other direction came an unknown figure with a bucket. “They are MY cows” came a voice from the figure with the bucket. The guys glanced over and there, peacefully munching at their hay feeder were Daisy Mae, Molly Moo and the three musketeers, thankfully nothing further from their minds than a breakout.
We returned home to find Andrew and Michael back at the kitchen table, internet café open and a good story to tell. Thanks guys….we know if it was our cows you would have taken care of it ..somehow !!!
Got to go, take care, keep warm, M