We haven’t heard as much as a cough grunt or snore from our WOOFER Interns sleeping soundly in their apartment below. Their poor bodies must have taken a beating yesterday as they gathered dragged and lifted bales of hay onto the truck and trailer.
All morning it was “hurry up and wait” as ears were tuned to hear the clacking sound of the baler out in the hay pasture. Horses were turned out into fields bathed in sunshine, the henhouse was all quiet as the chickens hid from the searing heat and the sheep once out into the pasture lay chewing their cud under the shade of a big old maple tree.That’s when life got interesting!
I made an executive decision, I knew I shouldn’t have, it was bound to have reprocussions….and it did! “Poor” Rodney the ram, he has been forced into incarceration in the bullpen pending the arrival ( if they should ever decide to make their arrival !) of Molly Moo and dolly’s calves.Plaintive Maaaaaas kept being heard from the gate area and sure enough there was Rodney looking much the same as a prisoner peering through the bars on death row. We had sympathy for him,it wasn’t his fault the ladies were not producing their long awaited offspring on schedule…so it was decided to let him out to play. Unfortunately for Rodney but even more unfortunately for us, Rodneys urge to play was underestimated and he was determined to make the most of his free time! Rodneys pasture was next to that currently occupied by his harem who eagerly gathered alluringly around the fence line. A wanting Rodney with a testosterone level off the chart courted his receptive audience and busily pranced and posed as the hormone level on the other side of the fence caused the ewes to get vocal. Pushing jostling and baaaing their way to admire the handsome stud. Getting to my point….Rodney the ram was in the mood for loooove and consequently NOT in the mood for dinner, but we weren’t to know ….we soon found out! Great plan devised, feed the still expectant cows behind the gate, (Rodney always likes everyone else’s food more than his own) lock the gate then get Rodney in to eat his grain. So, the plan didn’t work quite as intended. Rodney the randy ram was not going to leave the hormone area, there were his ladies and there was he. We sent in Bran the border collie who slid to a screeching halt as Ronnie’s head lowered in threat. Bran has been T boned before and not being the bravest dog in the world was not prepared to pay the ultimate price just to get Rodney in, Bran took up the pose, border collie in waiting….and we waited. I took up the challenge but Rodney was not in the mood for co operation. Things were getting tense…Derek was a hero, he ran, he chased, he threw his body over the lusting ram ( incidentally…not too good an idea!) but Rodney was determined. Unfortunately,…for Rodney, an English woman on a mission isn’t going to be thwarted by a rampant ram….out came the bull zapper. Rodney made his first mistake, he turned his back on me…what comes to mind as THE most prominent appendage on a rams rear end..well it got zapped!! quickly followed by a nose zap when he lowered his head to let me know that he was not impressed. That was the last straw,….with one last longing look at his harem, Rodney scooted for home.
I’m out of time, more hay bucking today, I’ll let you in on all the news from the hayfield tomorrow. Take care, keep safe, M