Pages

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Beware! Don't Open the Gate!

Hey you, yeah you! The one who thought it was funny to unhook the electric fence gate to the pasture where our cows graze. It's just off the road so you got easy access. The thing about it is that while you can certainly unhook it with it on, you can't re-hook without unplugging the electric fence box. Trust me: You don't want to grab that live wire. Been there, done that, nearly got a permanent wave from it, definitely got thrown several feet, and I was just trying to put it back on an insulator and the rubber handled pliers slipped.

Lucky for you, we took all those dry cows we had out with the bull inside so we could feed them and make sure they got minerals since the grass was pretty well eaten down. The bull decided to hang out around the barnyard and terrorize the cow entrance to the barn trying to get the cows back. He has a thing about 'his' cows and someone -anyone- being around 'his 'cows, or 'his' fence fence. He will take you out, and not to dinner, my friend. There is a reason we carry a long stock prod and an aluminum baseball bat when we are out in the field. He's nuts. He's dangerous. He has tried on many occasions to take me out. At the moment he is still afraid of my husband when he waves his arms and yells at him, but no one else.That could change in an instant. He actually scares the hell out of EVERYBODY that sees him. Several people have told us he needs to go, as if I haven't been begging to get rid of him for almost a year now. So when you think it's funny to let the bull out onto the road, you are not just taking the life of someone who may come across him into your hands, you are taking your own life into your hands. You've been warned.

Oh, by the way, that culvert you had to stand on - the one in the ditch next to the fence- had a nasty troll living in it. There was evidence he may have introduced himself to you. I hope you enjoyed your little meeting with the troll. In case he didn't give you his name, he goes by Skunk!

Sincerely,
Eliza Lynn Taylor, the farmer whose gate you opened.


No comments:

Post a Comment